|Old place, ready to move out|
|New place, pre-move in|
Even though B was loaded up with work trips dispersed throughout the last week, we managed to get his
The new place has a tiny yard in front of each unit, the convenient side effect of which is that I can spy on my neighbors as they enter/exit their units and walk their dogs. And boy, are there a lot of dogs around the neighborhood. Our current complex is surrounded by older condos, and everyone who lives there must own a dog. Just yesterday, we saved a pup from certain death. His owners put him in the tiny yard along with a full garbage bag, and he had ripped a hole in the bottom, dragged the trash out, and was eating it. After knocking on their front door with no reply from within, we pulled the trash bag outside of the fence and removed the litter scattered around their yard. The pup hid under a chair while we did this, naughty boy.
The biggest difference between the old place and the new place is that the new place is multi-story and has stairs. A lot of stairs. More stairs than I cared for when I was moving in and then unpacking. Stairs down to the garage and then stairs up to the master bedroom and master bath. I suppose the additional exercise never hurt anyone but my knees and back are killing me. At least the washer / dryer are upstairs with the bedroom or else I’d be throwing dirty clothes down the stairs as a makeshift laundry chute.
I will do a photo tour sometime soon - maybe when we finish getting the rest of the art up on the walls. Until then, I’ll keep myself busy by spying on the neighbors and asking to pet their dogs.