I was telling Allan last night that I can’t think of a creative title for this post. It was a disaster of a trip that left us wanting to crawl into bed and never see our children again. lol! And yet, as we knew then (during the trip), looking through the photos together last night we were both grinning from ear to ear and every moment we talked about was a happy memory.
How does that happen? Something SO stressful and chaotic is this blissful, happy memory?! And it had just happened the day before! haha!
There were happy moments, don’t get me wrong. But there were a lot of crappy moments. More crappy than happy. Our kids pulled against us at every turn.
When Allan and I very very first moved there we lived in this next apartment, we had a huge storm when Brooklyn was a couple months old (and Allan’s mother was staying with us that week!) and the roof flew off and our entire apartment was flooded! A lot of our stuff was ruined including the majority of my highschool pictures! And there were a TON because I was very into photography all of my highschool life 🙁
That’s why we moved to the other apartment pictured above.
It was weird to be back there 9 years later in the same place with such a different life. Walking around, remembering the kinds of things I used to think about with a now completely different set of thoughts/worries/goals was trippy.
Next up is the apartment building I lived in when I met Allan. The very first time we met was at church one Sunday. He remembers it clearly, I vaguely remember it. My memory is of standing outside the Elder’s quorom (sp?) with my friend, Arjhana, looking at all the guys going into their class and this one guy was super hot and he said hi to us. (That was Allan) and I remember thinking he was WAY too old for me but he was HOT. haha! I was 18 and he was 23 and he was a very mature 23 and I was a very young 18 so the age difference really mattered right then. But I thought he was the cutest guy I’d ever laid eyes on in my life!
Allan remembers seeing a new girl (me, I’d just moved there that week) standing near the Elder’s quorom door and thinking she was really, really cute. He says he came up and said something like, “Good morning ladies, coming to Elder’s quorom today?” He said I was really quiet (I had major social anxiety back then!)
ANYWAY, this apartment, #9 is the second place and the most clear memory I have of meeting Allan and him meeting me.
He came over with his younger brother, Kevin. They were part of our family home evening group (the best I can explain for nonmormons is it’s like a fellowship group of 10 young adults). So he walks in and I was smitten. Totally love at first sight for me. He and I have very different accounts of our first days of knowing each other but the similarities are that we both thought the other was extremely attractive. lol
Anyway, enough about that! Boring?