Our House is a Home!

[trinityvixen]

We got (even more!) furniture into the apartment this Sunday. Minus the over-large TV which may take about a month to negotiate getting into the city, we're pretty much set. Except for the microwave and table I have to pick up from this doctor who's moving out from a building nearby. Once we get those two things, the kitchen will be complete (oh, except for a proper knife block, but maybe I can get one of those for Christmas or something).

But we got living room furniture this weekend, and, as a consequence of that, we can actually, you know, live in that room. My parents renovated their house some years back and turned what had been the TV room into a bedroom for my youngest sister. It was too much of a pain to get the recliner and sofa out of that room, so, being that it was large enough of a room (being the former den), they just left those pieces there. My sister will probably get new furniture, if she wants it, but I think she's more looking forward to better storage and bedroom setup options now that the couch and recliner are gone.

So, in the new apartment, we have a proper, if a tad saggy in the middle, couch! No more bed-couch contraption! There's a back to it so you can lean against it and everything. There's the recliner next to it which, aside from needing a little oil on a hinge or three, is still terribly comfortable and very easy to sleep in (I think feiran has already test droven it, like she did with the couch). On top of that, we also brought in a leather recliner that has a vibration function. Should prove to be quite popular.

I should revise my statement to bigscary: I don't think our place is bigger than yours (nor so convinient to get to), but it's defnitely comparable of size. Plus, I can also guarantee our chairs are more comfortable and less likely to fall apart. Even the vibrating one.

Thanks be to the sweetheart team of jethrien and chuckro for their kind offer of making us real food. We were wiped from getting up early and setting up the furniture. When we eventually let our stomachs wake us from torpor, pizza was good enough. But really, thank you so much for the offer.

In other news, feiran has given me her cold (I'd point the finger at bigscary, but I think it was coming on Saturday day-time, so it would already have been festering by the time I met up with him. It might also have come from my boss, but I think she's battling allergies more than anything. So this Monday is a little bluer (and not in the good way) and more miserable than I would have liked to start a new week, but the furniture is in, we'll have a right bang-up kitchen soon, and I'm just about ready to say goodbye to the old place.

Of course, the old place has its needs, too. Taking down blinds, cleaning out the fridge, carting my shit back uptown...

Comments

[jethrien.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. Moving sucks. By the time you manage to find the pots, you can't bear the idea of having to chop things up to put in them.

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

Ironically, the pots aren't the problem. It's more that everything is there and just needs to be taken out, given a rinse, and tucked away in drawers again. Only I want to get this table from this guy so we can negotiate what goes where with all the furniture in place.

The waaaaaaaaaaiting is the hardest part, in other words (or song lyrics, whichever).