neighborhood

Jesse and I must truly love our neighborhood. Our apartment (while cute) is a little cramped for the three of us (including one large dog). We generally don't mind, although we have had to get a storage unit, and we feel badly not being able to offer more space for our guests. But we always figure the 5-minute walk to the beach makes up for it (for us, and hopefully for them too).

Our lease is up in a couple of weeks, so we have been casually looking for other apartments to see what's out there. Tonight we looked at a two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment in a different part of town (which is very nice). In addition to the extra bedroom and bathroom, there was amazing closet space. I don't think we could even fill it all. We lingered for a long time, dreaming about what life would be like with so much space.

But as we drove away, and got closer to home - I think we both realized that we are not ready to leave our neighborhood yet. The neighbors and neighbor dogs, the local parks, markets, sandwich shop, coffee shops, and pub - all of these things have become a really comfortable part of our routine and all the closets in the world (or at least at Idaho and 11th streets) can't drag us from here.

So far. I know there will come a day when we feel ready to leave, and feel drawn to a different place. But for now, we are going to try our hardest to stay within a few blocks if we end up moving at all.