Our New Place

Two of the three main rooms are finished, so without further ado, I present you: Our New Place! (In other words, if you are visiting me in England, this is where you will be staying. You have your own bedroom and bath. Hope you like it!)  First, our kitchen.

Then, our living area:

And, Finally, the only part of the bedroom that matters (No, not that area) – the wardrobe and vanity area. These are all my clothes, by the way. Jock now has his very own bathroom and closet. We are truly moving up in the world. I can’t tell you good it feels to have the room and living area organized. This place feels more like us – more modern and open. I loved the other house, but it just wasn’t quite…well, us.

My other favorite part of the place? The tea mugs. Seriously, it’s something about the way they keep the water hot and the way they feel in my hands. Can’t explain it. Just amazing.

On that note, I’ll leave you with a Mitch Hedberg quote:

“It’s very dangerous to wave to people you don’t know because what if they don’t have hands? They’ll think you’re cocky.”

That Middle Area

I sit here tonight waiting for my boyfriend to get ready upstairs. Waiting for him to come downstairs and tell me he is ready to pick up his friend from the bus station. This was our first home together. And tonight is our last night with this home as our own. His friend will be moving in for three weeks and then we will move on. We will move to another apartment to call our second home. We had a first home. It was in Los Angeles, but that was my home before it was his so therefore cannot be called “our” first home.

I can’t help but wonder how many times I will have this feeling of leaving a place. Our particular situation won’t allow us much time to get settled anywhere…at least not for many years.

So as I sit here in the last hour of this being truly “our” home, I read the book “Committed” by Elizabeth Gilbert about her memoir on making peace with marriage. And I look forward to something to start happening for us again. Not this in between place we are in. I’d rather be moving and traveling constantly OR be settled. I don’t know how much I like this in between place that is like the 13th floor…almost feeling like it doesn’t exist.

Then again. If I were Haitian, imagine how I would feel. This is nothing compared to that. For that, I am grateful.