After having our stuff sit in boxes for two weeks in NY, it finally made its way to LA on Thursday, March 12. Having lived with two suitcases for six weeks, I forgot what we owned. At first it felt like Christmas morning, unwrapping all this stuff that felt new again. After unwrapping three feet of paper around the gazillionth shot glass, the charm of the reunion waned.
We have two small closets in the bedroom and office, so the one walk in closet in our living room is our basement, linen closet and shoe storage. The first pair of shoes that made it on our door rack was a pair of flip flops that Alex's boss sent to him as a welcome to LA. It was sort of like when Carrie placed the first pair of Manolo Blahniks in the giant custom made closet Big built for her in their "Heaven on Fifth" apartment, except it's a pair of rubber Havaianas on a plastic shoe rack in an apartment with limited closets in a neighborhood that used to be filled with gangs ten years ago. So a little different.
Ikea particle board in its glory.
Our first load of laundry, that we didn't have to go outside to do!
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