Today is my first official day working from my new office. Isn’t it amazing?
I’d love to take you on a tour of the whole house. Maybe I’ll figure out how after we get everything unpacked, all the furniture in place and the mega Styrofoam explosion cleaned off the floors.
Not as many cupboards as the old one – and yes, I’ve almost completely filled the lovely pantry in the corner to bursting.
We ate most of our meals at the bar in our old house.
Now we have even more room at the new bar, but we don’t eat there. It isn’t because of the clutter. Aside from scarfing down pizza on the first night – in between hauling boxes galore – this place has been lonely.
Isn’t she lovely?
Can you see why we would rather eat in the lovely room at this cozy table? Tonight will be the first “solo” meal for hubby and I without the kids, so maybe the bar will feel intimate enough for the two of us.
The move is finished. I can’t use that as an excuse for the lack of words flowing onto the page.
Time to do what writers do…play with imaginary friends all day.