Moving Day Morning

I was feeling sad and sentimental about leaving the first place Joel and I called home. Until this morning. Moving day morning.

As I was getting ready for work, our smoke detector randomly started going off. It took me a good five minutes to figure out how to make it stop, all the while enduring the ear-piercingly loud beeping.

After the annoyance faded, I found it somewhat amusing that we've never had our smoke detector go psycho in the nearly four years we lived there. Until this morning. Moving day morning.

Maybe it was our apartment saying goodbye and wishing us well.

Or maybe it was just a good reminder why we're moving on.