Showing posts with label the big move. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the big move. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

more home thoughts




the view from our bus stop

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Even though day time temps reach about 100 degrees, night time is not half bad...as long as there is a breeze. I like to lay on our brick patio, underneath the green-black leaves of our shade tree, and watch things float across our tiny patch of night-sky.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

5508 roosevelt




On our first night in the new house, we ate Subway sandwiches at our desk. We listened to Frank Sinatra until Mike pointed out that Frankie and his Cold Cut Trio didn't really go together. We finished our dinner to the sounds of Kevin Smith's smodcast.


The streetlights across the street lends our house a ghastly glow.


...and someone is enjoying his new backyard.



Tuesday, June 3, 2008

bollocks.




I took some really fantastic night time shots in an attempt to photograph some fireflies. Too bad I already packed up my camera cord.

By the way, we got the keys for the house yesterday, and I'm so glad. While Mike might only see it as a roof over our heads, I really do love that little house.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

momentarily out of order




I hate moving. I really do.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

losing things is not always unfortunate




Two years ago, I lived with a rather close friend who had pack rat tendencies similar to my own. I say that without a hint of derision, I promise. I just like to keep things - funny things, old things, things with story, things that are pretty. Needless to say, we had a bunch of STUFF.

My relationship to my stuff has always been bittersweet. I like to look at them, but I've always looked enviously at those homes in decorator magazines/blogs where they only have one or two things adorning their mantel, not 15.

No joke, I have 15 things on my mantel. Fifteen things that are supposed to be there, anyway. There are a few things up there that should be somewhere else.

Needless to say, I aspire to be one of those people who do not collect substantial amounts of STUFF.

This sounds incredibly cheesy, but finding myself moving in with Mike has really given me a great opportunity to limit the amount of STUFF I haul around. I took 4 shoppings bags and a clothes basket worth of STUFF to Goodwill a couple of weeks ago, and I only packed up part of my closet. I see great potential here.