I just moved into my first condo. It's been a long time coming - I bought it pre-construction, so I've known about it for about two years. During all of my Dad's health issues, the impending move was on the back burner. Something on my mind, but also a great lesson in patience and goal setting. Putting away a good chunk of my paycheck each month in savings. Living in a group house setting.
Every time my brother and I have moved - yes, even when Carter and Lisanna moved to Belltown last year - my parents have been a part of that process. I knew, obviously, that they wouldn't be up to helping me move this time around. I'm impressed by their health - but that's a pretty stressful thing to do. Moving isn't fun for an able-bodied 28 year old!
I moved into my place the Sunday before Thanksgiving. Yes, a little ambitious, but I wanted to host Thanksgiving. It was a fantastic motivator to at least try to get the place in working order quickly.
My parents were able to come!
Here's Dad and I on Thanksgiving:
Here's my very first turkey - I brined it and it turned out well:
Carter carved the turkey:
Here's my mom and me:
(Isn't she beautiful??)
Here are my parents, showing off their Bob sweatshirts, courtesy of AML:
And a great family photo: