I'm happy to report that the future Mr. and Mrs. Gazelle and their furry and feathered family have survived The Great Move of 2010. There was a lot of sweating, bruising, whining and complaining, but it's over, and I'm happy to say that we are moved back into the condo that I loved so much. Pined over. Dreamed about moving back to. But I kind of miss our old, small, 675 square foot condo.
I kind of miss being piled on top of each other like sardines.
It's weird that I don't have to shut the living room blind before I take a shower with the bathroom door open.
And furthermore, I don't know how I feel about not having to take turns in the bathroom.
I liked the fact that "all of us" had to be in the same room 90% of the time.
We have different "projects" happening in the same 1200 square feet of space, and we're spread out all over the place. We have 3 TV's now, so we don't have to compromise about what to watch anymore. We can just be in different rooms. I have to cook dinner by myself without the benefit of an open floorplan to chit-chat as I chop and slice.
Cooking is lonely now.
I am not complaining. I'm just adjusting.
I'll be fine.