Hi there! Hap-hap-happiest Monday to you! I hope your morning is off to a peppy start. Granted I'm writing this post on Sunday evening but I feel that it's a logical assumption that I'm in a good mood today. And that's just because I got so.much.done from Friday - Sunday and feel like I finally am living in a world that's not chaotic and stressful. I want to get into all of that but I can't really contain my bursting excitement any longer and must dive into something important: I'm typing to you from MY VERY OWN DESK.
^I like my apartments white and my clothes black.
^Sunday night blogging
Do you remember when I wrote this post about MY BLOGGING SPACE at our old place? And how I had to set-up and dismantle it every time I wanted to get on here and assemble my thoughts. Well, to borrow a phrase from Elle Woods, this is SO MUCH BETTER THAN THAT. I am deeply in love with everything about this space - I love the sleek white desk, I love the bay window view, I love the cold beach air that flows through the raised slats, I love that this "office" is its own dedicated space... I just love, love, love. And seeing how Jay and I both work remotely often, it's extremely nice to give ourselves the gift of this little desk.
But let's get to the weekend because it was an oddly fun one. "Oddly" stemming from the fact that I really did chores from sunrise to sunset for two days. First off, we officially moved our items into the new digs two Saturdays ago. However, the move out process at the old place inhibits you from actually spending any good time on your new place. So we barely got to make any dents in turning the new space into a home until this weekend. So with one quick stop at the old address on Friday after work, it was on to the next chapter.
^Bye, bye home! Selfies and dog pics to send to Jay. Tied way too many doggy bags for one sitting on that leash - looks like a bridal shower ribbon bouquet!
Since Jay was out of town already running Hood to Coast, it was just Chandler and myself returning to drop-off our keys and say one last goodbye to our first SF family headquarters. This was celebrated by verbally thanking the home for its shelter (I can't not personify homes, try as I might) and then taking a few pics inside on our way out to send to Jay in Portland.
^Though I did manage to take a few pics on moving weekend of us on the same floor. Ugly but memorable - taken 8/20/16. Not Jay's best angle... lol
One of the main veins that flowed through the entire weekend happened actually BEFORE Chandler and I dropped the keys off. I had had a really long client meeting in Palo Alto so I had to drive down south for that on Friday morning. After said meeting, I quickly scurried to HomeGoods to do some major damage in that town. Horrifying fact: there is not ONE HomeGoods in San Francisco proper. Not one! Not a single GD one. So I took full advantage of the fact that I had my car to lug stuff and was actually near a location. So damage was done with zero regrets (oh man, did I get some cute stuff) and I returned to our new apartment that night to start the official unpacking and decorating process - which looked kinda like this via my iPhone:
^Left: Dining room Right: Dinner
I set-up our kitchen table which basically brought tears to my godforsaken eyes. We have never lived anywhere before that allows room for a place to dine outside of leaning back on the couch and shoveling food so uber-sexily into our mouths. But this new place has a whole eating nook. I was ecstatic to erect the table and assemble the chairs - all with the hallucinations of us in the future sitting down for a proper meal. In the meantime, I dined on ready made food from Mollie Stones this weekend. Friday night's buffet consisted of mashed potatoes, grilled veggies and lemon roasted chicken (on paper plates because that's a 'my house isn't set-up yet' staple).
I also worked a bit on the actual kitchen. The kitchen is very ... let's just say, it's an original. Meaning, it probably has been the kitchen in this very old building since the dawn of its conception in the 1920s. I don't mind it at all. I like the deep drawers and the heavy duty hardwood shelves that rise all the way to the ceiling. The one thing we felt was a step back on this move was that we lost a dishwasher. But to be honest, it hasn't been too bad so far. And the pros highly outweigh that one appliance we always though we so desperately had to have. I'll take square footage and location over a dishwasher any day of the week. But I'm also planning to preemptively confront Jay and tell him that his little "this needs to soak" trick will not get him out of washing his pans. Oh boy, do I know my husband.
^Left: VIP books in the living room Right: New desk, freshly set-up
While Friday night was basically reserved for the kitchen/dining area, I gave the living room as much as I could on Saturday with hot coffee in hand. I had movies blaring on my laptop as I dug into every box and unwrapped every figurine I had so painstakingly adorned with tissue and tape - so proud of myself when things were going into the boxes, so annoyed of myself as I pulled them out. I also had to use TaskRabbit to get that desk in the house. Though I had purchased it myself, I could not unload it from my car and carry it up flights of stairs all by my lonesome. So TaskRabbit to the rescue and with a swipe of an app and an hour later, the desk was sitting in my living room. I'm super excited to surprise Jay with it as he flies back from Portland this AM and will be quite stoked.
And of course, Chandler proved himself to be my adorable little companion who traipsed from one end of the bed to the other all weekend as if he had been hit by a tranquilizer dart. But after spending a ton of time picking out that new bed, bedding and accessories, it's nice to see him wholly enjoying it.
And now, it's time to head back to work. Alrighty then!
Happy first day of a shorter week!