There’s a lot of snow on the ground right now in areas south of Buffalo. Our house is located just north of the city so we’re measuring snowfall in inches, not feet.
(This is my husband’s uncle, who lives in Lancaster, NY. Photo taken 11/19/14.)
Some Buffalonians I follow on Twitter were complaining about being stuck at home for the third day in a row. Unless they have a valid reason for needing to be at work, it’s hard to feel sympathy for their boredom. Maybe it’s because I’m an introvert, but the thought of spending long days at home – with nowhere else to be – sounds heavenly to me.
I could read, I could cook, I could get my house in order. I could tackle things on my to-do list. I could research an upgrade/redesign for this site, which badly needs it. I could look at the paleo cookbooks I checked out from the library a few weeks ago.
I’ve traveled to work every day this week; one of very few people to make it into the office. I did get to leave work early on Tuesday (1pm), which was great because I had extra time to tackle the mountain of moving boxes.
There’s still a lot to do at the house (unroll the 8×10 rug in the living room, bring order to the office, put together the bed frame in the guest bedroom, hang pictures on the wall, spray paint the lamps I bought at an estate sale, buy a dining table and bookshelf), but at least it’s looking better. I’m also not worried about doing everything immediately, since we plan to spend more time in this space than we have anywhere else in our adult lives.
Paul and I will be returning to our old apartment on Saturday to do a final cleaning and pick up some random odds and ends that were left behind. I look forward to closing the door on that place for the final time.