As it turned out such leisure was scant as Tamsyn and I moved out of our old flat on Tuesday and up into the wilds of Brooklyn (Wellington) into our first ever couple-only cohabitation. Let me tell you, gentle readers, that nothing lends one a sense of achievement quite like wrestling a couch down a narrow flight of stairs in a strong wind while getting rained on. Our local moving companies are clearly veritable gods among men, as I was left a wobbly mess with dead arms (though I'm sure 6 months of forced inactivity has a say in that).
The movers we hired (for some reason just to get our bedroom stuff and not the lounge items we'd been keeping at Tamsyn's parents' garage, hence the couch wrestling adventures) were totally awesome, very fast and didn't drop anything. Before you could say 'oh look it's a house full of our mainly dry belongings' we had a house full of mainly dry belongings. The main exception being the benighted couch, which is coming along nicely thanks to the ministrations of the dehumidifier that came with the flat.
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| STAGE 1: LOUNGEOCOLYPSE |
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| STAGE 2: THE ARRANGENING |
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| STAGE 3: LOUNGEOSITY |
We even got a rug! It really ties the room together.
Over the next week or so we'll be going crazy hog wild and purchasing such frivolous toys as a toaster, vacuum cleaner, some more nice prints for the walls, maybe some more shelving (can't have enough shelving, yo), bear traps for visiting Jehova's Witnesses, some kind of gun emplacement for keeping away all the little flying critters that come with living right by some otherwise beautiful native bush... the usual stuff.
Soooo yeah. Obligatory new love nest post: COMPLETE! Next up I'll be going on about exciting plans for the new year, including a blawg project that I'll be undertaking with the young dude that I'm mentoring. Should be fun!
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