I've awoken to my second morning here at 1912 SE 11th Avenue, #3. I love being back on the second floor. The light that filters through the leaves outside the entire west side of my condo is mesmerizing. 11th is a bit more trafficky than I thought, but it has a strange affect. It sounds so strangely familiar, but I've never lived on a road this busy; then I remembered: Edisto Beach. Growing up, we would go to Edisto Beach, SC., for a week in June. The first houses we rented didn't have AC, so we opened the windows and turned on box fans that we brought with us. I would usually go to bed shortly after the sun went down, when the cool kids were still cruising the beach strip. The sound of palmetto leaves, box fans, and cars has a somniferous affect, and it has been recreated in my home!
The place is a mess and I can't find my ginormous, heavy, cast-iron pot. How do you misplace that?? I need to get some shelving storage things up that I bought at IKEA yesterday. Wow, did I drop some bank there. Seriously, I could go back and spend the same amount and still not have enough. I love that store. I'm determined not to be a slob or waste any space here, and IKEA solves all of those problems.
Pictures forthcoming.
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