We have, at last, moved into our glorious new condo.
It’s quite incredible.
I could have (and frankly did) spend hours this week turning off and on various switches, discovering such delights as under cabinet lighting in our kitchen. After unpacking our kitchen goods, I promptly ran the dishwasher twice and swooned over our thoroughly cleaned dishes.
And the washer and dryer… ohhhh, the washer and dryer. I would fully admit to being a domestic dork, if I hadn’t learned the origin of the word dork from my younger brother. [Do not Google.]
I am very lucky, and very grateful.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Keep the Kennedy family and our irreplaceable Senator in my thoughts
- Try out some of the tricks I saw at Cirque du Soleil last night, maybe fire spinning first?
What makes your corner of the world feel like home? And where might a find a sleek, white hamper?
