My brother’s back from his (somewhat ill-timed) Grecian holiday, well-rested and completely unsinged. And as of Sunday, he was finally all moved into his new place, after some heroic effort. His new place looks great, and I’m so happy that everything’s coming together for him.
On the other hand, I kept waking up in the middle of the night after he moved out, looking over to where his bed should be and getting all confused and disoriented by the empty apartment. So first thing Monday morning, I did something I’ve been promising myself for a while; I rearranged my apartment to create a little writing carrel, because I’m a total claustrophile and prefer small spaces. I was expecting it to look horrible (which is why I hadn’t done it sooner) but actually, it doesn’t block the light or take away from the awesomeness of the fireplace, so it’s all good. Now the apartment feels much less empty, and I’m really starting to enjoy the space again.