There's no way it's been a decade, has
it?
As I stumbled out of bed yesterday
Loraine, about to leave for work, said “Happy 10th
anniversary” to me. And my brain, which as we all know does NOT
function well early in the morning, started to wonder. It wasn't our
10th wedding anniversary; that was at the end of last
century. It wasn't the 10th anniversary of our first
trip to Europe, nor was it the 10th anniversary of
something like her “new” job.
Then she let me know—yesterday was
the 10th anniversary of the two of us moving into our
current apartment.
My mind, still not functioning, was
blown. 10 years in our current apartment? No way. Two years, sure.
Three years, maybe. But 10 years. TEN YEARS?
Wow.
I mean, we both still have boxes of
stuff in our closets that we need to unpack, boxes that we figured
we'd get to when we had the time. You'd think that after a decade we
would've found the time, but nope. Ten years has (apparently) gone
by, and we're still acting like we just moved into the place.
Sigh.
Another thing that blows my mind,
perhaps even more than the fact that's it's been ten years, is that I
have now lived in this apartment longer than I've lived anywhere
else. When I was a kid, my parents kept upgrading our living
facilities as our family grew, so I lived in three houses before I
moved out on my own, and since then I've lived in (let me count here)
eleven different apartments. In those fourteen total different
houses and apartments the longest time I spent in one was a little
under nine years at my parents' Fairway Drive house. Based on the
way I kept moving I figured that would be the longest I ever lived in
one place.
Shows what I know.
Our current apartment, while a little
small, is in a great location and has great landlords, so I can't say
I'm surprised that we haven't had the urge to move any time recently.
Plus, the last time we moved (a decade ago, apparently), Loraine and
I joked to each other that we really didn't want to move again any
time soon.
Guess it really wasn't a joke.
So here we are ten years (and a day,
now), living in the same apartment. If you had told me back in 2007
that we'd still be there in 2017 I probably wouldn't have believed
you. But then, it doesn't seem like it's been ten years. It seems
like, at the most, three. So ask me again in, say, 2037 if I'm
surprised we're still there. By then it might actually feel like
we've lived there for a decade.
Have a great weekend. And I hope your
mind isn't blown by an unexpected anniversary!
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