It's been forever since the last update. Part of this has been laziness on my part. But, part has been that we moved. I write this, currently, from my Kindle, leeching off the WiFi of an unknown neighbor. (Thanks unknown neighbor, for having insecure .)
So, anyway, for a while, I thought that the move wasn't even going to happen. My lease was coming up, and all the places that we'd checked out online or in person, were either really skeevy, or they just never got back to us. So when the response from this place came, I wasn't holding my breath.
We checked the place out, and I was ready to move in immediately. Well, except for the fact that the previous tenants hadn't moved yet. Within the first few minutes of viewing the apartment, it was decided that the third "bedroom" would henceforth be known as the drag room.
Since the move, I've had somewhat of a love/hate relationship with that room. The first few days after we moved in, the only topic of conversation was the drag room and how great it was going to be. As it is a room that is not exactly off limits to me, it's a room that I tend to avoid. It's Dan and Ryan, and Shaunna Rai and Vanila's space. And, for the first week or two that we were here, there was a mannequin head with a wig in the hallway window, staring out at anyone coming in the front door. The very definition of freaky.
Since the move, I've seen the room in action. As an actual prep area for "painting" and as a closet. I have seen outfits and hair that I had previously not seen. There are crowns that sparkle and look pretty. And, on the days that I come home from work, and the girls are getting ready to go out, I'm greeted at the door by the smell of the makeup powders. It's a smell, that, at first, I was unsure about. And, now, it's comforting, like the smell of freshly baked bread.
So, anyway, for a while, I thought that the move wasn't even going to happen. My lease was coming up, and all the places that we'd checked out online or in person, were either really skeevy, or they just never got back to us. So when the response from this place came, I wasn't holding my breath.
We checked the place out, and I was ready to move in immediately. Well, except for the fact that the previous tenants hadn't moved yet. Within the first few minutes of viewing the apartment, it was decided that the third "bedroom" would henceforth be known as the drag room.
Since the move, I've had somewhat of a love/hate relationship with that room. The first few days after we moved in, the only topic of conversation was the drag room and how great it was going to be. As it is a room that is not exactly off limits to me, it's a room that I tend to avoid. It's Dan and Ryan, and Shaunna Rai and Vanila's space. And, for the first week or two that we were here, there was a mannequin head with a wig in the hallway window, staring out at anyone coming in the front door. The very definition of freaky.
Since the move, I've seen the room in action. As an actual prep area for "painting" and as a closet. I have seen outfits and hair that I had previously not seen. There are crowns that sparkle and look pretty. And, on the days that I come home from work, and the girls are getting ready to go out, I'm greeted at the door by the smell of the makeup powders. It's a smell, that, at first, I was unsure about. And, now, it's comforting, like the smell of freshly baked bread.
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