I moved last weekend.
I went from a downtown loft that looked like this
Moving day was, coincidentally, my 35th birthday, so I spent fourteen hours "celebrating" by carrying all of the books you see in the second picture (and many more) up all of the stairs that you can almost see in the third picture. We had a team of movers helping, but still my knees were wobbling by late afternoon. I even admit to wanting a Kindle.
You'll notice a lot more green in the new digs.
First, the trees are green. I'm not used to having a place with my own trees. I have particularly fallen in love with a fig tree, which I have named "Figgy." I water it and count the little leaf buds that start to develop. Then, I get sad when I come out in the morning to find that birds have eaten all of the buds. But, that's love, right?
Second, the house is green. A bright alien green. I am grateful to that green because it seems to have been the thing that kept the house on the market for three months for me to discover.
Since this food blog is supposed to be a writing blog, I am also compelled to say that the move and my recent job change will let me begin a new chapter of mental peace and sanity preservation.
I did also celebrate my birthday the following day with Big Red and Little Peanut under the lemon tree. (Those glowing things in the tree are NOT lemons.)
What's Peanut eating? Nature.