A life in boxes

Our stuff always looks so tawdry when it's or pulled out of cardboard boxes. At least for now, though, these simple things of ours are in an as-permanent-as-any-location-gets location. It's a relief to be moved in; it's fantastical to have a 5-minute commute; it's more than we'd ever imagined to be a block from the river.

The house is certainly not perfect, but it's really nice and nearly exactly what we needed. Except for the very old carpet. Oh, and there are the metal windows that sweat. And the 80s kitchen with the lowered ceiling (why *did* that seem attractive?) And the fact that, oddly, the washer and dryer are in the kitchen. But we feel very, very lucky to be here--in fact, we're far outclassed in this neighborhood. Ah well--they don't know yet that us country folk will bring the property values down :)

In the meantime, feel free to stop by! Perhaps by then we'll have the guest room available for guests, rather than for (you guessed it) boxes.