i stamped my foot and whined

All the whining in the world won't really do any good - we still have to go back to the old place to pick up the last couple of carloads of things.  Those random bits and baubles that are left in the corners and the closets, covered now in moving dust and spider webs.  Who knew spiders were that quick? 

Oh, wait, I did.  They're fast when they've got plenty of room to stretch out in.  And I'd love to leave their webs alone, but we're trying to get all of the leftovers (be they tennis racquets or old flower vases) over to the new place.  Yet neither one of us really wants to deal with the dust or the empty walls and echos of the old place. 

And at the new place... it's comfy and squishy and mostly unpacked and all I want to do is wander around feeling more and more comfortable in it.  I don't remember feeling quite this right in a place before, not as fast, and I love it.

bedesked: this terribly boring post brought to you by the letter K

I was motivated for a total of 2 hours today.  That means I picked up a desk, off of craig's list, for a mere $25!  I'm sitting at it now, and it's lovely. 

( click to see a pic... until the ad goes dead )

Then we organized the pictures so we can hang them on the walls.  We did a fabulous job, actually, until we realized the nails are at the old apartment.  Whoops!

Perhaps I will sort some CDs.  That's vaguely productive, right?

what's the weather like at the place I call home?

what's home like?  funny that the simplest questions sometimes send me into a bit of a tailspin.  It's just that, because my parents got divorced so early in my life, I've always felt like I've had multiple homes, and adulthood has only confirmed that.

( this long ass entry courtesy of dara_starscream because she asked what home was like...and i wrote enough that i thought i'd post it here too )