There are many things going on right now. Sleep training, which also means nap training, which kind of means no sleep or naps for anybody? Bank accounts, home insurance, Farrell’s two-hour commute (each way! dammit, Bruges), figuring out dinner every night (I’m starting to realize we went out for dinner a lot or I usually left dinner-making to Farrell. not anymore!), and all sorts of other things.
Then all the stuff we packed up in Bishkek showed up and the house exploded with balls of crumpled, old Russian newspaper that Masha’s landlord was hoarding in her closet.
But between the unpacking and madness, I decided to snap a few quick photos of our kitchen.
Lovely, isn’t it? Crisp, white walls; chalkboard contact paper on the fridge; stylish, dark gray tiles; functional cabinets from Ikea.
Wait, what’s missing?
I asked Farrell about this a few times when we were in the US, and he said he couldn’t remember. He had only taken a quick tour of the house before stating his interest, and I hadn’t seen the place until we moved here. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great house, definitely the best of all the places we looked at (I think seven places in total?).