Like liquid, we change our shape to fit the container that we find ourselves in.
The move into a new apartment went as smoothly as it could have. We’re very tired but are enjoying the space, Mikey loves his new room and I’m happy about the beautiful light on the East side of the apartment every morning. The el train rumbles through the backyard, only pausing between 1am and 4.30am. We already barely notice it except for during rush hour (when the weight of extra passengers causes the kitchen floor to vibrate).
We are still in the process of unpacking, most of the boxes and items that have yet to find a home are piled in the living room. We are also waiting on next week’s delivery of a new couch, but I am sure that everything will begin to come together within the next few weeks. I spent most of Wednesday sewing and hanging curtains in each room, it’s certainly the quickest way I’ve found to make a new place feel like home.
So far, coffee keeps us going each day. Keeping us awake enough to push through our aching muscles: to lift more boxes, move more furniture, to fill this container with us.