Starting to say goodbye

I love this city and I love our home. Our little condo in DC has been the perfect first home for us. I've absolutely loved living right in the middle of everything, walking distance to the US Capitol and the National Mall; restaurants and parks right out our back door; and the Nationals, the baseball stadium, our own home team. And I will be so sad to leave our home. It was the first place we lived together, it was where we got engaged, where we came home to after our wedding, where we brought Ethan home after the hospital. It's where Ethan took his first steps, where he said his first words. This home kept us safe and warm for almost four years, through a historical snowstorm, a derecho, a super storm, hurricanes, and even an earthquake. The thought of leaving this behind is daunting, but at the same time I know all of those things are memories. They aren't attached to our condo in DC, they are things that I will carry with me no matter where we live. I can close my eyes and be back at the Washington Monument on that cool October night, leaning against the cold stone, kissing Matt, telling him, "Yes, yes, yes!" Or drinking a beer at a game, cheering on the Nats as they win their way to the playoffs. Just because we're leaving DC, doesn't mean we're leaving our history behind, it just means we're moving on to the next chapter. There will be more houses and more memories, but through it all we will have each other, and our "home" will truly be where our hearts are, which will always be together.