It was really hard to come to the decision to leave the mansion. After Nat, Les and I discussed it though, we knew we needed to not be complacent and stay in the same home and ward just because it was easy. We absolutely love our neighbors and Highland Park is one big family. We were sad, but chose to sign for a new place.
I have driven up 700 the last few days and keep thinking, "this is almost the last time I'll drive up to HP."
I have loved everything about living here. I was pretty sure I'd raise my kids here especially with the way things were heading.....
We have cried here.
We have shared intimate moments, like finding out every roommate is in a pinkish sports bra.
I have become even closer to some of my very best friends.
And very craziest friends :)
The mansion is a place where we party hard.
It's the place where we feel a need to buy matching skull shirts (?)
The mansion's a place everyone feels comfortable. Even your favorite boys who discover the hidden key and play video games while no cheetahs are home.
Yes, boys love the mansion and seem to make themselves at home here. (Eh em, Derek Green who moved into the mansion last summer for a couple weeks....)
We have celebrated plenty of birthdays here.
And have loved packing it to the brim with friends.
Here are a few Mansion Moments.
I'm a very nostalgic person. The other day I was talking with Les about mansion memories and I'm pretty sure she could care less to reminisce with me. Dangit. I should have had this convo with Nat! She would've contributed so much more.
We have laughed so hard, cried so hard, been happy, been mad here.
I've had boys who told me it was over on our living room couch (idiots).
I've told boys it was over on our living room couch (because they were being idiots).
I've cooked 8 million dinners here.
I've had my highest of highs and lowest of lows here.
I know more about myself now than I ever have.
I have cried as I have been packing up and run through notes of encouragement and love from friends. I have been confused as I've run across bins of 80's clothes to go dancing at Area 51 ("I still have this? I haven't been clubbing for 2 years.....!") I have cried as I have been scrubbing floors and walls for dumb cleaning checks.
Goodbye Highland Park! We love our HP friends!
Goodbye Cheetah Mansion!
Here's to new beginnings in the Cheetah DEN. We're excited to meet new people and taint them with our Cheetah ways.