My husband and I moved into our new apartment a few days ago. Leaving a home - regardless of the time spent there is always bittersweet. Mourning the loss of the memories that existed and the warmth that was created seem to linger over the excitement of a new space and a new neighborhood. This is the fourth move for us and, every time we do it, we leave our old home dragging our feet. Months later, once routines are established and kinks are worked out, we wonder what was all the fuss?