We have moved. Both apartments are a mess, but all our stuff minus a few cleaning supplies are in the 100 east apartment, not the old 600 east apartment. The Internet is working in the new place, we have slept several night in our new bed, and cooked in the new kitchen. My family also came over to celebrate my sister and mines birthday (I am 21 now). The new apartment is large. Compared to a two room/studio I came from, this is huge. Two bedrooms, a kitchen and living room. That is two more full rooms then I am used to. Plus there is even a balcony.

I am tired. Although I must say the new bed is wonderful. We have been sleeping on an ancient, sinking double bed. It has been horrible. Now we have a new, firm queen. All we need to figure out is how to keep the room cool at night. I would think it would be easier now that we actually have air conditioning (just plug in units), but I have burned up the last couple nights. The old place was so easy. There were two windows (total) and we would put the fan in one to suck in air from the other. Now it is more complicated.

Back to being tired. I worked outside today, and rode my bike around, and did a little lab work. Little baby is not allowing me to work as much as I would like. So I am trying to cut back a little, but at the same time I want to get things done. I will learn to cut back so I am not dead tired after work . In the meantime I am grateful for naps, and husbands who willingly give back massages. Oh–I also have a tub now.

Here’s some pictures of the new place. I have yet to decorate completely, or clean. But writing blog posts and taking pictures is much easier. Cleaning can wait.

*Side note–blog has come up as a spelling error. That is very strange.

After we signed the contract I started noticing things wrong with the apartment. Nothing bad. There are hornets in our storage shed, but they seem pretty docile. There are no upper cabinets in the kitchen, but I have discovered that having a lot of drawers is better anyway. The ceiling fan stopped working. As we were sitting on the couch, I noticed it was slowing down for no reason. It hasn’t spun since. I am still in love with the apartment though–which is good because I am living here for the next year.