I've been thinking about Enya lately. It comes in waves, my curiosity. She was such a big deal in the nineties and I could never figure out if she was a real person or a computer-generated new-age robot.
Either way, she had it right when she suggested we sail away. I'd really like to be vacationing on a sailboat, breezing through the waves, the sun beaming down.
Instead, the work on the new and old apartments continues to invade my waking hours. We are wrapping up the clearing and cleaning of our previous place and slowly beginning to piece together our new home.
Projects on the horizon:
-Building bookshelves in the living room
-Building storage space in the bedroom
-Constructing counter space in the kitchen
-Building a dinner table/bar in the kitchen
-Mounting the shelves in the bathroom
-Unpacking
-Selling all of our unnecessary belongings
