Just a quick post tonight because people must be thinking I either died or moved to Mexico. Neither one...I just haven't felt like blogging since my trip because I've had a lot on my plate. Packing things up in the apartment, arranging for the move, not to mention starting a new semester at work where things have been absolutely crazy. The university is growing so much so we're trying to accommodate students in classes that are too small. It's kind of a double-edged sword.
Anyway, I moved into my new digs this weekend. I really thought I wouldn't mind apartment living at my last place. NOT!!! It's been thirty years since I've lived in an apartment, and I can see why. Never again...unless that apartment is close to some beach in Mexico. Then I will make concessions.
I really lucked into this place to rent. It's a brand new house in an older neighborhood...a house was torn down to build this one. Considering it's only $5 more per month than I was paying at the apartment, I consider it a bargain...especially going from two bedrooms to four. I took a few photos as I was moving in. This is what you see on the floor when you walk in the front door...
And this is looking into the living/kitchen area from the doorway. It's a very small living area, but that's okay with me. I'll be making an office out of one of the bedrooms and I'm sure I'll be spending most of my time there, so a huge living room isn't important to me.
Here's the kitchen. Look at that stove...yes, it's gas. I can't even remember the last time I've cooked on a gas stove. Probably at my mom's house back in the 70's. I am anxious to get back into some serious cooking on this baby. At the apartment, I either opened a can of soup or went out to eat because I never felt like cooking there.
And here's the Mexican sink in the main bathroom...the deal clincher.
I'll post more as I get more organized, but for now...I'm a happy camper.