I can see clearly now

I’m sure I’ll get used to it but right now I still marvel at all the light in the apartment. It’s after 7 PM here and we have no lamps or lights switched on—no need. In fact, we’ve closed the wooden blinds to keep out the heat from the sun in the living room and dining room.

I’m also flat exhausted. That’s what happens when you are out of work for a year, live in a flat apartment, do a cross country move to a second floor apartment and then start the new full time job. Or at least that’s what’s happened to me. I can barely keep my eyes open tonight.

We haven’t unpacked anything since Sunday evening—no time, really, plus no energy. That’s OK. I’ll work on the boxes this weekend.

I also failed utterly at the book club assignment this week (sorry gang). The reader in me was willing and the rest of me said I didn’t have time.

I’ll close with a random picture I just now took of Chloe in the window (I think she's trying to find the owl that's hooting outside):

Chloe in the dining room window.

We are alive

What a whirlwind we've been in the last nine days. Yesterday I realized that we packed up our home in four days, spent a day loading the truck and tidying up (why does moving produce so much debris?), spent another two days driving from Boston to Overland Park, and on Saturday, got the apartment, unloaded the truck and started unpacking.

Now it's Monday and frankly, I'm glad I get to go to work because I'm flat out beat. I think I will be mentally tired tonight, but maybe not quite so physically exhausted.

The apartment exceeds my expectations. Since we never actually saw the place, I was prepared to admit I'd made a mistake, stick out the lease and move on. I don't know that we'll stay forever but it's pretty nice. The light is amazing, and we have high ceilings which just adds to the light and airy feel.

The cats approve too.

Window in the hall by the stairs.

Cat perch is in the living room and looks out on the huge balcony.