Below is a pic of my awesome kitchen. :) It is more "moved in" looking now of course. A few rugs, a kitchen table set, microwave, etc.
And my studio:
And my deck made of Awesome:
Moving is expensive, time consuming, and exhausting on many levels. Thank goodness the majority of my belongings are art supplies, my clothing, and some bookcases. And my cats and their accouterments. However I'm going to upgrade from sleeping on a futon to a bed. I found a really cool one at Ikea as my bedroom closet is modest at best:
And this will be my next purchase when my next pay check comes:
My downstairs neighbor is a young mother with two boys who look between 5-7, and her dad may or may not live with her. I saw him today when I stopped by to move more things in, he gave me a hug. They had friends/family over for grilling, as did the neighbors a few houses down in each direction. Everyone had music playing, kids playing, cooking food, everyone mingling like it was a block party.
At my parents, my mom is occasionally upset and/or frustrated that she hasn't been invited to help. In reality, I'm an adult and making my own plans and arrangements for moving, but because she feels the need to be involved in everything,
this is hard for her to cope with. I keep explaining that all the heavy lifting is something she can't participate in anyway, and if she wants she can help me pack my clothes, etc. Plus keeping her in the dark means I don't have to hear her unwanted advice and negative comments. I imagine she will not like that my new neighborhood is "ghetto" looking even though I've found the people living there to be very friendly and inviting (when my downstairs neighbor found out I moved from N Mpls I got a resounding "Dayyyyyum! That shit's dangerous, they mean business up there!" so apparently I have street cred. *shrug*
It's funny how one discovers that they don't have what they immediately need, such as "Hm, I have to use the bathroom. Ah...I have no toilet paper." *eyes the paper towel or McDonalds napkins in the kitchen* Or "Hey, I need to open this ridiculously obstinate plastic package with a pair of scissors...oh." I just add it to The List of things to get and improvise a la MacGyver.
Internet and cable will happen next month. Meanwhile I have the lovely Magnolia's Restaurant
just down the block from me. Dangerous place--in a good way!This entry was originally posted at http://vulpesferox.dreamwidth.org/287847.html. Please comment there using OpenID.