On the bright side, I'm happy to say that I no longer live in said shoe box.
However, this move was more... well... lateral than I would have preferred.
Last week, RP and I moved into our his dream tri-plex. In RP's defense, the building does reside a cool 800 feet from the Pacific Ocean -- which would be even more awesome if I ever had the time to make it to the beach.
I guess there's something to be said for salty evening breezes and the mental knowledge that it's right around the corner.
Moving proved to be a grand adventure in and of itself -- what with it being sandwiched between my busiest week at work all year and our departure for the Himalayas. Luckily, our new ward is awesome and turned out in droves to help us out of one shoe-box and into a larger dump (thus making my humiliation complete).
Just a couple highlights of moving out:
I was able to find this gem from RP's past. I never mentioned that my husband was analytical, did I? (Please keep in mind that RP and I didn't meet until 2009.)
As well as this guy:
You can't say he wasn't trying.
Now that we've moved in, the real work begins. After new carpet installation, two toilet seats, two professional cleaners and three days of painting, I'm becoming convinced that I will never, ever, be bored again.
So long, Nordstrom. Hello, Home Depot.
The nice part about all this is I now feel that I'll be completely at home in Nepali tea houses over the next few weeks.
Hello, homeownership. You and RP will get along nicely.
Note: Yes, I have posted zero pictures. I will post these when I feel that I can emotionally handle actually taking pictures of the place.
