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Before we dismantle our home, and pack it up (destination: TBD), I wanted to document our place. I figure I share so much of what I see on the road, it was high time to show you what I see while at home.  Or what I saw, since now that it’s been photographed, it’s time to start packing.

  1. Our bedroom. A.k.a., where the magic happens.

    Metal letters remind us of our initials, and who sleeps on which side.

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  2. The view from our bed. Portrait at of me and the Mr. (upper right)  by the brilliant Skye McNeill.

    Quit squinting: we're clothed.

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  3. My accessories. I’m going to need several boxes for this stuff alone.

    Also pictured: Totoro.

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  4. Our bedroom closet. Specifically, my half of it.

    Rand has an equal and opposite side of the closet, which I swear is just as full.

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  5. Master bath. Two sinks spared us many a fight.

    It also minimized the chances of spitting toothpaste on your spouse.

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  6. Rand’s office. Where more magic happens, albeit of a different nature.

    See that chair? It sucks. Don't buy one like it or your back will hate you.

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  7. Rand’s favorite part of our place: the hallway o’ pictures.

    I took a picture of a picture. This feels so meta.

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  8. My favorite part of our place: the Viking range.

    Oh, the desserts I baked.

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  9. Our living/dining area. Which I didn’t think was that special until I started shopping around.

    I have yet to find another place that can fit a dining room and a sectional sofa. Le sigh.

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  10. Our somewhat mediocre except for the wee hours of the morning (when you can see the sun rise) view:

    See? It's not so great.

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The thing is, part of me is devastated, and part of me isn’t upset at all. The part of me that hates moving, that feels wronged and pissed off? Yeah, she’s angry. But the part of me that’s ready to try something new, the part of me that feels lucky just to have a place, and lots of wonderful friends to invite over to my home? That part of me doesn’t mind at all (the problem is that it’s a very small part of me. I should probably feed it more cupcakes. That might help it grow.)