a bathroom remodel and a move

After a long, drawn out month of tedious home repairs, underscored by a painstaking bathroom remodel, cleaning up to my eyeballs, playing general contractor, and countless trips to the city dump, we finally moved (upstairs). We don't own a home yet, but boy it sure feels like we do. Here is a small part of what we have to show for it:

The stress of picking out the tile and paint was overwhelming and I hadn't a clue how it would all look in the end. Thankfully it turned out pretty nifty.

We are now settled in a mere ten feet above our previous humble abode. It was a grueling move, considering the absurdly short distance. But that was the problem. When you really move, you pack everything up into neatly organized boxes, which then sit in your new place for some time while you carefully ponder where you want to permanently keep things. Instead, this was a marathon of lugging each and every household item we own up the stairs and hastily finding a new home for them. Packing and unpacking all at the same time. It was exhausting. And, what's more, is that it is going to take me another month at least to get the upstairs all tidied-up and make it feel like home, but we'll get it there eventually.

The renting part went unexpectedly smooth (thank heavens) and we never really hear a peep from the lovely new couple living in the basement. All in all, we're just happy to be done. Here's to hoping we don't move again for a long, long time.