My new place!

I went over this morning and took some pictures of my new place! I'm going to start moving some stuff over tomorrow night I think. It looks so spacious now because it's empty. I kind of hate to fill it up!

Fireplace in living room.

View from living room to patio.

From living room looking toward bathroom & kitchen. I love this built-in shelf - I'll fill it up very fast!

Dining room & kitchen.

Kitchen. The refrig is larger and I think newer than the one I have now.

Bedroom. I had turned the flash off so it's kind of dark. The window looks out onto the street. I think my cats will enjoy the view!

Front door! And you can see my "old" front door across the way.

So far so . . .

I believe the next word is good but I'm not sure it applies! I'm making some progress toward my upcoming move but I'm beginning to worry. I decided to use some boxes for small items so I've done a little packing. Drawers I figure can just be carried over as can large items. I emptied out all my bathroom cupboards, packed the stuff in a box and then realized I needed something at the bottom of the box. Took everything out and repacked. Wow this is fun. Tomorrow night I'm going to empty most of the kitchen cabinets into a few more boxes and I think that will be it for packing. After that it's just going to be many, many trips back and forth. My biggest problem, as it is anytime I move, is partially shown in the 2nd picture. I say partially because that's just a small part of the books I have. For some reason I can only get people to help me move once. After they've lugged boxes and bags of books I never see them again (the people, not the books). It's good though, new people I can always find. Books on the other hand, are irreplaceable! When I left for work yesterday I suggested to my cats they could do a little packing while I was gone. The last picture gives you an idea of their interest level in helping. Oh well, their little claws would just tear things up anyway.

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Silent Sunday

Poetry Day

What Lips My Lips Have Kissed...

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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