So I went looking for a new place yesterday and I do believe I’ve found it. I’m undecided, of course, but J. and M. sat me down and hashed it over with me over Guinness.
Everything will be settled accordingly when I get back from vacation next week, but I am looking forward to my move. Well, I suppose that’s because I’m still overawed by how gorgeous these lofts will be. When the moving men come and take my stuff away, and I have to deal with unpacking my life all over again, I’ll probably go crazy though.
I’m already letting go of quite a few things; quite a bit of my furniture will be going to the MacGillicuddy, who is eminently amused at his vagabond of a sister, and heaps of knicknacks and sundries to consignment shops and Goodwill. One does need a change, of course, and I’m leaving a lot behind specifically because I don’t want it to follow me to this new place.
Ah, well. I’ll probably start doing the bulk of the decorating after I move in, as I still need to go shopping and there’s not a chance in hell I’m buying major pieces of furniture sight unseen. Terence, expect to take me to IKEA in the spring!