Revisiting some old pics from a few years back.
Ordered new house numbers a week or so ago, and they came today: this great little retro vacu-formed numbers, back lit and simple.
When we started to pack stuff up to move, I took the opportunity to divest from a bunch of dishes that had accumulated over time, mismatched and chipped, the sole survivors of a once large Ikea family, or one-offs picked up after a party, etc. There was a one-off that I really loved however, a charming, silkscreened glass sake-cup from Sake Akishiko, the so called bambi-cup. Rather than scrap that one, I ordered five more, and after drinking my way through them here and there, have a full set. They go very nicely with this set of mugs from Kinto. I dunno, lately I’ve been really falling in love with brown.
We’re 6 hours into the big move. I’m exhausted deep in my bones, but at least all of our stuff is moved over.
Scenes from the last remaining walks around our soon to be old neighborhood.
Wow, surprisingly long tail of like… psychic stress due to the “break-in.” Wall to wall stress dreams about further break-ins, accidentally triggering the alarm system, etc. Waking up at 2am and getting stuck in an endless “what-if” loop about hypothetical disasters. Absolutely brutal.
I’ll feel better once we’re living in the house, have curtains, and install the gate.
I keep trying to circle back to “no one got hurt, nothing was broken, it’s just things.” But I feel like there’s some simmering rage that it was all my stuff that got taken? Stuff I’d JUST gotten for my birthday, thoughtful gifts from people I love, things I was really excited about. Talking to the police last night (yuck) and having to enumerate what was taken and the cash value… it really just made me SAD.
I just sat in the dark last night waiting for John to get back, regarding every passing pedestrian or car that lingered with hot suspicion and hating myself for it.
Well sometime in the last 24 hours our house got robbed. As far as I can tell they took three things, none of which were very valuable, but two of which I just got for my birthday. I’ve been waiting for the police to show up for the last 3 hours. We haven’t even moved in yet.
First bit of mail to the new house: Pacifico Silano’s "I Wish I Never Saw the Sunshine”.
First real morning in the new house: John and I drove over to meet the delivery guys who were bringing our new oven. John took care of some yard work, I set up the oven and made a home depot run.
Someone within 61 feet of us has a network named “Priscilla Queen of the Wifi.”
Handy man