Our New Apartment

This is our lovely long kitchen.





This is our unmade bed. Oh dear, what will our mothers say?





Our gourmet culinary arts center.





Myself sitting on our new IKEA love seat/sofa bed thingy.




Watching A Bit of Fry and Laurie on the old boob tube that came with the apartment.

--Jordan

We've been living in this English basement now for four weeks, to the day. I have spent most of my time here, sitting at the computer and looking for jobs. It's a nice enough apartment and it grows on you, so spending the last month of my life in mainly one room hasn't been too bad. Although the frequent outings into the main part of the city have alleviated any cabin fever I might develop. Jordan is spending most of his days at school, and when he comes home he is grateful we have the love seat now so he can relax. We're not totally moved in yet. The rest of my stuff arrived by mail a week or so ago, but half of Jordan's life is still at his old roommates' house in Crystal City. A sort of representation of his transition from singlehood to marriedhood? Perhaps he's feeling torn.

Or perhaps our car just can't fit all of his music equipment, computers, and books in one go. I have a lot of books too. And a very nice computer. Once we have all his stuff combined with mine our apartment will look something like a public library mixed with a music studio. Maybe then we'll have a lot more visitors. Of course, they'll have to phone ahead or yell loudly from the gate, as our "front" door is in back of the house and can only be accessed through the alley and a chain link gate, which is secured with a large padlock. Speaking of guests, did we mention that the love seat is also a sofa bed? A small one, perhaps, but perfectly capable of holding two horizontal bodies, if they didn't mind cuddling. Any takers?

--Rose

Ta Da!

This is our new blog. Above is a photo Rose took at our FHE picnic on the Mall a couple weeks ago. Pretty cool huh?