As I said, we picked things up and put them down in the new place wherever space afforded. At the same time we vowed to never accumulate that much stuff again. Because space is more limited where we are now, we've been pretty good about keeping that vow so far, I might add. In any event, our moving day ended like this, which is almost enough to give my nine-months-pregnant nesting instincts a panic attack.
Thankfully, those same nesting instincts have ensured--perhaps mandated is a better word--that our place does not look anything like that now, one year later. I'd even go so far as to say that today our place is settled; it's home, and we can't wait to welcome another resident.
Tod proposed on December 1, 2011. We were in Terminal A at the Charleston airport getting ready to board a flight to New York. In the last picture taken of me before his proposal, I'm eating a giant honeycrisp apple. For whatever reason, Tod captured the moment for your enjoyment. (You may remember this post and this post.)
Three years later, on our Thanksgiving holiday, Tod couldn't help but capture the same moment--only this time we were rocking on the front porch at Pawleys, and I'm actually the most apple-shaped thing in the photo. Sadly, I'm still not a very graceful apple eater.
My, what a difference one year/three years can make.