Emerging from the depths of cardboard boxes (OR: This house is starting to feel like a home)

It's not much, but here are two pictures I proudly took of our new place. I'll post more soon. Wouldn't want to give it all away at once, would I? The color we painted our bedroom is called "cumulus" (I almost wanted to pick this very similar color called "salty tear" simply because it was called "salty tear" but, hey, you can't make every single decision by going with whatever is funniest):

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The bookshelves in the living room:

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I should mention that J did all of the above work - both the painting and the putting away of books. I, in the meantime, was organizing all our pots and pans and whatnot in the kitchen and, let's face it, that just doesn't make a good picture.

While getting the rest of our stuff from J's parents' house, someone got a little distracted looking in his old closet

"Look! My business card collection." "Why did you have a business card collection? And don't put that in the pile, we have no room for this stuff."

"And my postcard collection."

"Nice. Put put that back, we're not bringing it. And let's go. You can go through your closet another day."

"My old James Madison phonebooks!"

"Oh my God. Please don't bring those. Let's go. PLEASE."