The Move is starting to feel very real. I'm starting to pause as I leave my rooms in the morning, realizing that these views will not be mine for much longer. I'm going to miss having this much space, but I'll also miss just the vast expanses of crisp white wood and walls. I know not everyone loves that, but it's never failed to cheer me up.
I can't wait to see the pics Weston took of the house. He'd been bugging me to come over and shoot the place since I moved in, but it never felt like it was "done." Well, that ship has sailed, and Weston snapped a ton of shots before I started packing.