I've spent a fair amount of time over the past few weeks complaining about the various and sundry irritations of moving. But there's things I love, too.
Getting rid of accumulated useless crap is pretty awesome.
Rediscovering treasures that were hidden away for lack of space, such as Michael Smith-Sardior's Fragile Pair:
I actually did have room for this one, I just hadn't had a frame. Now I do. Very happy about that.
Owning a microwave with a sensor cook function has been teh awesome. I'm all about microwaves that allow you to push a button and walk away, without wondering if you gave it too much or too little time.
Having everything sparkling clean is a definite plus. My little decorative items look brilliant and new, having been scrubbed to within a quarter-inch of their lives.
I very much enjoy decorating new spaces. There are always idiosyncratic nooks and crannies that scream with possibility.
There's all the yummy extra wall space for bookshelves. Lots and lots of bookshelves. And Barnes and Noble's only five minutes away now, so I shall be needing that space.
And, best of all: no more roommate. I iz happee! So is the cat, who is rediscovering the joys of having the entire place to herself.
So yes, we're doing rather well. Tomorrow will be even better. The new curtains got here. No more evil yellow hurty thing peeking in through my bedroom windows when I'm trying to sleep. Woot!
Over to you, my darlings. When it comes to moving, I'm sure you have plenty of loves and hates. Feel free to share. And I promise we shall never have so lame a Friday Favorite again.