All the boxes are unpacked, all the furniture in place (including my beloved Torbjørn IKEA chair), so it’s time to get back to work.
I’ve moved across town to a smaller apartment. I now live in a concrete box with a small veranda. It’s not as bad as it sounds. For someone who’s lived in an old building with paper walls, concrete is quite refreshing. And for someone without an interior decorating gene, moving from an apartment with banana shaped floors and no 90 degree angles into a box-shape is heavenly. And going from no veranda to even a small one, well, you can fill in the blank. We just have to hang pictures on the walls and buy stuff to fill this place with, and everything will be dandy.
Plus, we now live in the hip part of town. All I have to do is step outside and I’m in a wonderland of little cafes, corner shops and fancy dressed Quebecois. (Nobody mention the fact that I live my life almost exclusively in yoga pants. I’m making a fashion statement, I swear!)
All in all, this should kick-start my writing, right? Right. I’ll keep you posted!