I think tonight is our last night in the loft as our home. I’ll be coming here everyday for work, but it’s going to be different. So different. Change is something that always scares me a little, even if it’s something exciting like moving into our dream house. I’m going to miss a lot about living here, mostly the barefoot feeling on our very creaky and uneven floors, the clawfoot tub, the windows that are so easy to throw open when the weather is nice, our very dark and very quiet bedroom… I know I’ll cry about it, but for now I’m just thankful to have so many places I can call home. This was our first one, and I hope I’ll always remember what was so special about living here.