
Moving sucks. This is a conclusion I came to last year when Steff and I decided to get our own place. While the process in the grand scheme of things went relatively smoothly and we didn’t really have all that much stuff to bring over, the process of finding a place and then bringing all of your stuff to it was one I really didn’t want to do again anytime soon.
Yet a year later, here we are, back on the hunt. Our first home together has been good for us, but we ultimately deemed that this wasn’t the right place for us in the medium to long term. This time, with a seemingly much better understanding of what we wanted out of a home, we scoured the market for a new place. This is part 1 of our latest adventure.








