At long last, I’ve moved from my parents’ house to a fairly awesome house in SE Portland. I’ve been gradually transporting my stuff for the last few days, and now I just have to…unpack it all.
|One of the piles of stuff still remaining|
I’m keeping the heat at 65 degrees, which is fairly chilly unless you’re running up and down the stairs every five minutes with stacks of books in your arms. Then it’s downright toasty. Still, every once in a while it’s hard to resist the lure of the (gas) fireplace…
Yes, that is a NaNoWriMo Viking helmet on the mantel. I feel it gives the room a certain barbaric panache – and makes up for the total lack of other interior decorating. The fireplace is only a few feet away from what I have dubbed my “project table”, a construction of more plywood and some two-by-fours painted an alluring shade of green. Top with some computer stuff and assorted things that haven’t gone anywhere else, and you have the ideal workspace!
Well, I’ve got more of CoYA to write and yet more boxes to unpack, so I’ll say farewell. Anyone have any advice on how best to survive unpacking?