There is little more in this life that I dislike more than packing and unpacking. I kid you not, there was a moment when packing up my stuff when I actually sat back and said "I would rather light this entire place on fire and just buy new stuff when I get there." Luckily I came to my senses.
I hate unpacking as well, mostly because it's simply such a slow process. Once I've arrived in a new place I just want everything to be perfect, which is of course impossible. It seems like no matter how many boxes you unpack there will always be more - and when my surroundings are a mess, I always feel like my life is a mess. I'm not alone in that, right?
A few days later and it's starting to feel a little less like the place has been overtaken with some sort of natural disaster. Proof:
The two white chairs were scored at a garage sale for $35 a piece! I stupidly didn't think about moving the blanket I'd left there before snapping some photos, but you get the idea.
It's far from finished - we have yet to even find ourselves a decent dining table, have organized nothing in the kitchen, pantry and bathroom, and we're lacking decorative things like an area rug, curtains, throw pillows, etc. We also discovered that the living room has ZERO ceiling lighting, so we'll need to find some cool lamps or something. The bones are there though, and I feel like they're good bones. I'm excited about our new place!
More posts/room tours coming once things start to really come together.