One of the most beautiful sights that I have seen in quite a
while has to be a pile of unpacked and
flattened boxes.
Yes, the unpacking has begun. If fact, I don't have that
many boxes left. Although I cannot speak for my roommate.
When we first looked at this house, I thought that having
the office space right off my bedroom would be a bit of a pain, but after a few
weeks, I am beginning to realize the benefits. Having the computer right there, it's pretty hard to ignore. And while the organizing and unpacking
takes precedence over my writing, I can feel the siren's call of the keyboard
and the urge to head for that shore is growing strong.
I will be very glad when all the boxes are in
the bin and I won't feel guilty for spending the evening brainstorming with my roommate
or actually working on my next book.
In the meantime I wanted to give a short update on the new
place.
The yard is massive and the dog LOVES it.
The cats have realized that there is grass outside and not a
breezeway--so the opening of doors has become a little more dangerous and Zoe
the escape artist has been apprehended twice already.
Mary and I have now
learned one very important rule of owning a pool--you cannot forget the chlorine or algicide--EVER.
Yesterday my mother came over to take the tour and said one
of the best things she could have to make me feel even better about our new
living arrangement. "I'm
jealous"
Yep, it made my day.
Thanks for reading
-A
