A sight I am not too thrilled to see. While I am excited for the sugar-white sand beaches of the Emerald Coast, I am going to miss the 'burg something fierce.
The library, all packed up. Yes, I know that technically it is a formal dining room but you don't know me all that well if you think I would actually put a table in there! Books, books, books and more books are far more useful than a formal dining room table. After all, I have a perfectly serviceable dining table in the dining room.
Goodbye, dear office. I spent far too much time in your embrace. And what do I have to show for it? A PhD by golly!
I would sit here at my desk, my feet propped up on the low window sill as I clickety-clacked away on the computer. I could see my neighbor Marie's house from my desk. Marie was the most wonderful neighbor in the world. Good times, good times indeed.
The living room is an official disaster area. I am going to miss those big windows that were perfect for watching the deer creep out of the forest in the evenings and the blue buntings, American goldfinches, cardinals, chickadees, sparrows, woodpeckers, and sundry other bird that frequented our inadvertent hawk feeders (AKA the bird feeders).
My feelings about this kitchen: meh. To small for more than one person to work in. Electric range. Gold hardware. Had to store my appliances in the laundry room. Horrible linoleum flooring. Fluorescent lighting. Should I go on?
The kitchen at the new place is going to be a dream compared to this. Granite counter tops. Convection oven. HUGE refrigerator. Six-burner gas range with a grill insert. Island. Lots and lots and lots of cupboard space. More than enough room for my vintage cookbook collection.
My empty china cupboard. It usually houses the china from my original parents' marriage. I am conflicted about it. Sometimes I love it but sometimes...meh. It's Nortake "Misty" pattern and has 14 5-piece place settings with fruit/dessert bowls, gravy boats, serving platters and bowls, hostess set, salt and pepper shakers, creamer and sugar bowl - everything a person could want in a full china set. I keep hauling it around the country and every time I pare down my stuff I can't get rid of it. I guess it must have some meaning in my life. (Note the perfectly serviceable dining room table in that picture).
Uh...where did all of that stuff come from? Not quite sure how I had all of that stuff stashed in the boy's room.
Manda's old room/plane room/guest room/room where I stash my yarn. (P.S. That bed there on the left? Sooooooooooo comfortable and one of the single best deals I have ever scored. It was a window display bed at a furniture store in Logan. Since it was up in the window always covered by new bedding, they forgot to actually sell it until the manufacturer quit making that style something like three years later. Enter moi!!! I was the first one to come across it after they realized their mistake and I took it home for a FRACTION of retail...it was a savings of $3100. Nice.)
The Food Room. It took three men nearly the entire day to pack this one up. Sorry guys.
Good bye closet! I shall not miss your narrow ways. That being said, do you realize you are larger than the kitchen at my last place?
Yes. More bookshelves means more books. Me + books = Happiness.
Can I say how thankful I am not the one packing all of these boxes? I know we could have done it ourselves and saved some serious $$ but I am so over packing up my own junk and moving it. I think the husband is just as over loading and unloading trucks full of my junk.