Mother May I?
I must say, I'm in love with the new place. It's roomie in all the right places. Our bedroom is no longer as big (or small) as a postage stamp. Everything (including our king-sized bed) fits amazingly with much prancing-room to spare. Our closet is vast. I'm convinced that we could sublet said closet to a small Vietnamese family. With plenty of room left for a hot plate. That can be used to make delicious Pho soup. For me. And Finn.
Our kitchen is smaller, has much less cabinet space, but comes complete with a garbage disposal and dishwasher. The lack of cupboard space will be instrumental in curbing our food-collecting tendencies. Gone are the days of fifteen boxes of Chicken-flavored Stovetop aka things-we-buy-and-never-eat-unless-there-is-a-nuclear-war-in-which-case-I'd-much-rather-nibble-on-a-small-patch-of-radioactive-grass 'just for fun'. I can't wait to tackle the cupboard-bound art project. Silhouettes made from black contact paper. Hopefully it will look as good as it does in my head.
Our living room is of the 'long' variety which makes for a somewhat awkward setup. However, our APC (awkwardly positioned couch) is growing on me. Problem? What to do with that extraneous space behind couch! Perhaps a foosball table. Perhaps my computer desk. Perhaps your mom. For easy access, of course.
Our new TV is huge. And shiny. And I'm in love with it.
The new 'cat room' is an added bonus fills my heart with confetti and causes it to burst with happiness. It's a small mud-room type area off the main entrance. Perfect for the litter-box and scratching house. Perfect for the children as there are stairs (leading to our front entrance) they can run and up down for added pleasure. We have plans to buy a cheap-o door at Home depot, cut a hole in it, install a kitty door, and use it to replace the current door. Cat-accessible, but can be kept closed at all times. Swoon.
I can't wait to put the new sleeper sofa in the guest-room/office once we pick it up from the warehouse. Moving the warehouse from Boston to Dedham has totally killed the shopping-fiasco mood. Buuuuuut I'd pretty much take it up the rear for a $134.00 sleeper sofa. A confusing and somewhat lengthy drive is beyond worth it.
Our neighbors seem pretty great, too. I used Erin-From-#3's shovel to dig our car out of nine inches of freshly fallen snow yesterday afternoon. She was refreshingly nice. Although, now that I think of it, I'm sure Erin could have taken a dump on my face and received a smile from me. Compared to some of the shit we've dealt with on good 'ole Grant Ave, a Dirty Sanchez would have been a definite step up.
Lastly, my morning commute is along the lines of fabulous. No more dealing with droves of disgruntled commuters pushing their way onto the train. Instead, I walk a short distance to a large, covered bus stop. And wait. For the 502. Amongst a hand full of people. It's the last stop leading into Boston. Fifteen minutes later, I cross the street, enter Copley, and resume my normal trek through the Prudential Center.
Preliminary assessment: So far so good. Even though I had to wash my hair in the kitchen sink due to lack of shower curtain.
Reality check: Give me a week. I'll have a list longer than Kris Kringle's full of bitch-ass complaints. It's how I roll.
Our kitchen is smaller, has much less cabinet space, but comes complete with a garbage disposal and dishwasher. The lack of cupboard space will be instrumental in curbing our food-collecting tendencies. Gone are the days of fifteen boxes of Chicken-flavored Stovetop aka things-we-buy-and-never-eat-unless-there-is-a-nuclear-war-in-which-case-I'd-much-rather-nibble-on-a-small-patch-of-radioactive-grass 'just for fun'. I can't wait to tackle the cupboard-bound art project. Silhouettes made from black contact paper. Hopefully it will look as good as it does in my head.
Our living room is of the 'long' variety which makes for a somewhat awkward setup. However, our APC (awkwardly positioned couch) is growing on me. Problem? What to do with that extraneous space behind couch! Perhaps a foosball table. Perhaps my computer desk. Perhaps your mom. For easy access, of course.
Our new TV is huge. And shiny. And I'm in love with it.
The new 'cat room' is an added bonus fills my heart with confetti and causes it to burst with happiness. It's a small mud-room type area off the main entrance. Perfect for the litter-box and scratching house. Perfect for the children as there are stairs (leading to our front entrance) they can run and up down for added pleasure. We have plans to buy a cheap-o door at Home depot, cut a hole in it, install a kitty door, and use it to replace the current door. Cat-accessible, but can be kept closed at all times. Swoon.
I can't wait to put the new sleeper sofa in the guest-room/office once we pick it up from the warehouse. Moving the warehouse from Boston to Dedham has totally killed the shopping-fiasco mood. Buuuuuut I'd pretty much take it up the rear for a $134.00 sleeper sofa. A confusing and somewhat lengthy drive is beyond worth it.
Our neighbors seem pretty great, too. I used Erin-From-#3's shovel to dig our car out of nine inches of freshly fallen snow yesterday afternoon. She was refreshingly nice. Although, now that I think of it, I'm sure Erin could have taken a dump on my face and received a smile from me. Compared to some of the shit we've dealt with on good 'ole Grant Ave, a Dirty Sanchez would have been a definite step up.
Lastly, my morning commute is along the lines of fabulous. No more dealing with droves of disgruntled commuters pushing their way onto the train. Instead, I walk a short distance to a large, covered bus stop. And wait. For the 502. Amongst a hand full of people. It's the last stop leading into Boston. Fifteen minutes later, I cross the street, enter Copley, and resume my normal trek through the Prudential Center.
Preliminary assessment: So far so good. Even though I had to wash my hair in the kitchen sink due to lack of shower curtain.
Reality check: Give me a week. I'll have a list longer than Kris Kringle's full of bitch-ass complaints. It's how I roll.