Moved In

Two incredible helpers, a bazillion boxes, one pulley system and a very large couch, a couple of trips to the shop, a whole lot of scrubbing, some very sore muscles, a significantly absent significant other and a way too small bottle of wine later we are officially moved in.

And I gotta tell ya, it feels good. In fact, it feels like home.

Or at least, it will once F gets home.

In the meantime, it's just my tea corner and I.

Think I'll be ok?