Moving out

So, I'm in the middle of moving.

It's going well so far and I'm excited to move on with my life.

I am not, however, excited about my ridiculously sore body (all that heavy lifting, climbing stairs, etc.) and the bloody spot on my leg where I accidentally walked straight into the trailer hitch on the U-haul. Ouch!

Otherwise, life is good. Sean and I ate our first meal at home together yesterday — frozen pizza and leftover salad from Cheddar's ... we'll get there, don't worry. lol.

sneak peek

Not much is happening in the new apartment just yet, but as I was unpacking some kitchen items the other day, I set up a tiny tableau.

1) The print is by Ashley Goldberg and is called "A Look Only You Would Understand." I bought it for Sean on Valentine's Day because at the time, it reminded me of us. Then he shaved his beard THE NEXT DAY. What can you do?
2) The giraffe measuring spoons were a Christmas present from my father, purchased from Anthropologie. We all agree they're probably useless, but OMG, aren't they the cutest?
3) The canister is from the Orla Kiely line currently sold at Target. I couldn't resist the pear print; my grandmother inexplicably collected pear-themed items and as a tribute to her after her passing, I decided to continue adding to the collection.

I can't wait until I have more pictures of the place, but it'll probably be a long time before it looks presentable.

whew...almost

so, with the exception of some heavy boxes in my car that I am too tired/lazy to tackle, I am moved.

The apartment is old, shabby, somewhat in the ghetto (on only one of its four sides) and still charming. my bedroom is what sold me on the place and what still sells me.

I promise I will post pictures someday, once I find my camera battery charger (i haven't unpacked anything, I just finished packing up the H-burg apartment).

The move has been all-consuming and fraught with worries, but soon, once I'm unpacked, I can get back to actually communicating with people.

I never realized how hard moving can be when you don't take any time off to do it. It really is a full-time job as it is and I'd never moved before when I only had one full day and a bunch of half-days to do it. Never do that ya'll! Always take a week off!