February 17, 2014
Welp. We’re doing it.
We haven’t taken precise measurements, nevertheless our new home hovers someplace near 400 sq. ft and sits 4 flights up inside the home above the cornice of a brownstone solely a block away from our outdated place. We’ve primarily moved into Sara Crewe’s garret room, minus—we’re hoping—the rats and gruel and plus a tiny view of the Manhattan skyline. It’s gonna be wonderful for a tiny Junebug.
We began making our gradual switch this weekend. We mopped the bottom, then mopped as soon as extra. We scrubbed on palms and knees and scraped paint off of filthy toilet tiles and dingy grout from door jambs. We eradicated rotting closet cupboards and adjusted them with latest boards that we’ve painted sparkly white. We’ve begun plotting greater enhancements and made decisions about what points we’re going to depart successfully enough alone. We’ve brewed a pot of espresso and lit candles and hauled vegetation up 4 flights to start making the place look lived in. My sweet dad and mother strapped our beloved basic headboard to the roof of their automotive, threw a pot of lentil soup inside the trunk, and trekked to the city to ship every kinds of housewarming.
Thanks quite a bit to all of you in your persistent good cheer as we’ve regarded for a model new tiny home to call our private. They’ll be tons additional to report on as we settle in, nevertheless for now, we’ve found an space sufficiently massive for a kid to develop in, which is essential issue.
