Is it seriously Friday? Geez. Now that I have internet (in Starbucks, not yet in our apartment) today may be a multi-post kind of day. Let’s back up to Monday.
As Kyle and I unpacked our things…some old, some new…we each enjoyed a
cup bowl of coffee together.
Thank you Patti for these wonderful mugs. They hold 3 times the amount of caffeine for a normal person (which is equal to approximately one Elise serving).
Next item that took up residence was the fruit basket.
May this never be empty!
Eventually I took a break from opening boxes and got to cleaning hippie-style. My Aunt and G-ma hooked it up in the eco-friendly cleaning department with enough Meyer’s products to make Al Gore orgasm. Maybe not…
At one point I came across a box labeled “Elise’s Food Stuff.” You’d think I would remember packing it (after all, it was only a couple of months ago that we were boxing up our NYC lives for storage…), but I couldn’t for the life of me recall what it was. Who would have known that seaweed, bars, and protein powder would make me jump up and down like a 4 year old who just got a pony for Christmas.
But that’s pretty much exactly what I looked like.
Think I have enough bars?
In case of natural disaster, our apartment is prepared to feed the masses…
…and provide tea for the greater Los Angeles population too (?).
I am seriously baffled by the sheer quantity of tea that I (a) had in NYC [given our kitchen size, it probably occupied 65% of our cabinet space, and (b) decided to keep in our cross country move. With the 3 month storage fee, and the cost to ship it from NY to CA, I’m thinking that tea just quadrupled in it’s monetary worth. I must be crazy. Or a tea lover. Let’s go with door number two.
Anyways…pantry space is my new luxury, and I’m prepared to show it off, but I suspect your attention for the apartment portion of this post is waning, so I’ll get onto the eats. If you want a preview of our new apartment in a future post, holler at me and I’ll see if I can make it happen before 2012.
Whole Foods has been our savior as we suddenly find it’s 4 pm and neither of us has eaten lunch. Nesting is a full time job, but it’s SO fun. The time flies by and yet the to-do list keeps growing. Crazy.
I’m just happy as could be right now. I keep pinching myself to make sure this all isn’t just a dream.