You guys, you guys! Our stuff arrived! It's like Christmas, except the packaging is way less festive and I already know what is in all the boxes.
And by "may have" I mean I definitely did. Repeatedly. Anyway, after a few hours of work and only one broken shot glass (and one minor cut on my foot resulting from the broken shot glass. Seriously, why do we even HAVE shot glasses?) my kitchen is all squared away.
(Soak it in, this is the best it'll ever look... until my mother comes to visit)
And yes, my American friends, that IS the washer/dryer in my kitchen. I guess that how we roll now.
So now that I have my kitchen unpacked, I am going to kick back with a fruity girl beer and have a dinner that was cooked using an actual pan, eat on an actual plate (rather than the paper towels I've been using), and use real silverware, all for the first time in 2 weeks.
You know that part in The Incredibles where Helen calls Bob and says-
Helen: I'm calling to celebrate a momentous occasion. We are now *officially* moved in.
Bob: That's great, honey. And the last three years don't count because...
Helen: Because I finally unpacked the last box. Now it's official!
(If you don't know what I am talking about, go watch The Incredibles right now. Seriously.)
Yes, well. My goal is to NOT be replicating that. Tomorrow I'll finish doing battle with the bedroom. And the bathroom. And the living room. And all of our clothes. And I have a nice bottle of bubbly chilling to celebrate that momentous occasion with.
And then its time to get myself out of this flat (don't I sound British), out of this neighborhood, and go exploring. Get excited- you're probably as sick of hearing about me sitting around my house as I am :) XO!