[Really blurry photos from my iPhone of the before (run while you have a chance!) and after (thank god all that we have left to move is the cat) of our apartment]
We have a new apartment (above is the old one) and it seems to have done the trick to kick me out of my rut. I love having this new project to make our apartment livable (I see weeks of unpacking and moving furniture around) and homey. The doldrums of getting up, going to work, coming home exhausted and doing homework half asleep, and then going to bed way too late and doing it all over again, has been gnawing at my happiness. Who knew buying a new shower curtain and reorganizing my books by genre would provide so much satisfaction?
There's also something about moving until 2 in the morning on an empty stomach, and then having the boy cheer me on and buying me the most gigantic plate of nachos at 3, that elicits this warm fuzzy feeling about our marriage.
Have you moved much? Do you have an amazing mass of stuff that you're unaware of like me?