.. here in an old mill on the third floor, but because the ceilings are 16 feet it’s more like we live on the sixth floor.  We don’t have a freight elevator anymore the morons that own this place boarded it up when they built phase two.  When we moved in you just scheduled a time to be at the dock  backed up your moving truck  and used the freight elevator. We got all our furniture in two trips when we moved in. Now when you move in or out you have to use the normal elevator that everyone else uses.. So you are trying to cram a sofa in the elevator and it barely fits and people are glaring at because you are holding up the elevator. They act nice about it but you know they are inwardly cursing you. I know this because I have done my fair share of glaring… So needless to say the whole moving out process from this place is gonna be hell.

Anyway here is where we are moving to…..

A big old house.  I have this phobia about big old houses. I LOVE them I really do and I love the idea of them.. the tall ceilings the wooden floors the big spaces, but they creep me out too.   Yeah the big spaces the creaking floors totally freaks me out. And that is exactly what we are moving into a big old house… built in 1928…    yeah no really I am excited…..