Text October 29, 2008 at 21:54

Number Six

Possibly because I’m a masochist, or perhaps because I actually do enjoy moving, I am currently living in my sixth place of residence since moving to Mpls just over 4 years ago. We encountered a few rough spots, including acquiring a working washing machine, getting the moldy carpet replaced, and putting my poor pleco to rest (he kicked the bucket just before moving—after previously surviving electrocution, near starvation, giant killer snails, freezing cold water, a journey from Ames, and about 5 moves. He was a tough s.o.b.) But we’ve finally settled in and it looks like someone is actually living there rather than just storing a bunch of crap in the living room. It’s nice to have a real kitchen again, and more space than I know what to do with. It’s added two miles onto my commute but I guess that’s not such a big deal now that I have a nice bike. My only real complaint anymore is that the street out front seems to be busy at all hours, which on top of being annoying (or will be once it’s warm enough to open the windows and use the front porch) is also an Oscar hazard. He’d be roadtoast if he ever managed to escape =\

At any rate, I used my ancient version of elements (that unbeknownst to me had a nice photo-stitching feature, brought to my attention by Sam) to put together a few panoramas of the new place. I still need a new camera though.

“Dining” Room.

Kitchen, complete with coffee roaster and fresh-baked cookies.

Bedroom, with Oscar in his usual spot.

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