It’s hard to imagine that we will move out of our sweet duplex in less than three weeks. It has been our home for nearly four years, the home to which we brought our newborn daughters on their second day of life. We love Philadelphia and its suburbs. We love the friends and neighbors and mentors we have here. This move, though entirely what we want, is bittersweet.
On Thursday, John and I went on our last date in Philly (while living here, at least). We chose outside seating at Audrey Claire. When in Philadelphia, enjoy your own wine at a small cash-only BYOB. We brought a Nebbiolo from Barboursville, where we got married. Then we had the bartender’s choice at the Ranstead Room, a dimly lit speakeasy tucked away behind another restaurant. The weather was perfect. I wore a black dress and make-up. We held hands without being encumbered (though happily so) by strollers, carriers, and diaper bags.
Yesterday we took advantage of our Longwood Gardens membership for the last time before becoming Virginians (does one ever stop being a Virginian?). I personally have a lot more fun being a parent in the Spring (when I can just get us all outside and keep us there), so I’m pretty psyched to be moving to a place where Spring starts a little sooner. The draped Wisteria was so inviting, but lately I’ve been, stereotypically, drawn to the friendly shade of the Virginia Dogwood (ugh, I know, saccharine!).