Blame it on the mortar and pestle.
Finally, nearly two months after my move across town, I’m able to post a few photos. My last apartment was a nice enough place. I liked it pretty well. But then I saw where my friends were placed, Asfar. Not only were their apartments a bit larger than mine, they came with a mortar and pestle. How neat! I immediately sent an email out to see if I could trade. Lucky for me, a teacher in Asfar was interested in moving to my building. His school was almost visible from my balcony.
Really, all that the swap required was a quick phone call to each building. But… considering who I work for it wasn’t that easy. After 3+ in person visits, several pleading emails, and a few phone calls… we decided to take charge and just move. That worked pretty well until I had completely moved out of my apartment and tried to move into the other teacher’s. I’m standing there with my life shoved into the back of my Yaris as the front desk clerk tells me I’m not authorized to live there. A few more emails, a few more phone calls, and me using my “I’m really irritated but I’m going to try to be nice to you voice” … and I had the keys.
This is the new place. Less natural light. Bigger kitchen. Bigger bed. A bit cozier.
I wasn’t too fond of the furniture but luckily I found a good deal on some replacements. Totally me, right?
Hmmmmm…….those gilded chairs are something else……just a tiny bit over the top. Hope you like your new digs.
Well let’s see that mortar and pestle. It it gilded to match your new furniture?
Your apartment needs a cat or two or three!
Yayyy, finally the pictures I requested. Thanks, Jill!
What do you mean about the furniture not being “you?” Don’t you want to feel like a princess in your own living room!? Your guests would feel like royalty, too! Ha! Yes, your choice is MUCH better. What happened to the curbside furniture? LOL!
Aw… seeing your multi colored bad reminds me of when we went to Golden Gardens. That was a good day.
[Tutku]!