The heroic deed has been accomplished- the boy and I endured a day of intensive labor and relocated ourselves and all of our belonging to our new and spacious apartment. The move was rather successful: the boy yelled at me for the total of one times, I yelled at the boy for the total of zero times, and besides a scratch, a bruise and a shattered piece from the refrigerator (which, luckily, we’ll be able to replace), there were no other casualties in the process.

I still find it hard to believe how big this place is. I like space - small, cluttered rooms make me feel restless, confined. And yes, the photograph below, taken from the living room (not pictured) shows what is intended to be the boy’s office opening to a rather large dining room with funky looking wall paper. The stairs lead to the guest bedroom/Nika’s secluded workspace, where many quiet and productive hours are expected to be spent.

I now need to go and unpack.