Today my inspiration comes from Paula W @paulaw
On Feb. 14/15 she posted a portrait of her son David when he was young telling how he was moving out. This got me thinking about when I moved out of my parents place and into my first place.
I moved into a small one bedroom apartment which was partially furnished. The shot on the left is the apartment complex and the shot on the right is the bedroom with me enjoying the waterbed which was the real reason I took the suite.
This was about three months before Melody and I got married
Nice story and isn't it interesting to look back when we left the next and probably were someone nervous about life. Great story and I remember water beds. We had one for awhile, but I evening grew tired of it.
Looking back on the memories of our lives is always a treat, especially as we get older. One's first place, first time really on our own...... that's memorable!
It is such a big step but we always feel so ready for it, don't we? I loved my first apartment- even though I only stayed in it for a few months before I went back to school.
It is so fun to look back at old photos and the memories. I wonder if our parents missed us like we miss our own kids when they move out. You got married pretty young.
