trading spaces

yesterday i moved. far far away.

okay, just up the stairs. 

i went up and down those blasted stairs {a thousand times? at least} to retrieve the shocking amount of "stuff" i have collected through my college years. 9 am to 5 pm. and then some. 

my apartment complex is remodeling-- so we ventured to the upper level to behold beautiful tile floors, warm honey walls, a deep silver sink, tan granite, and a matching backsplash. plus new plush green carpet and heavenly soft mattresses. 

moving rather took it out of us, but we had helpers-- frankie and carlos! 

they carried box after box happily, and always came back for more.  

the disaster of a million bins in the midst of our pretty new kitchen 

after noodles and a pit-stop at smiths, we made strawberry-mint milkshakes in our roasting apartment.

turns out:

the AC was broken. 

the dishwasher wouldn't open. 

the tv outlet didn't work. 

the bathroom doorknob came off

{for a split second i was worried ali would be locked in there forever}. 

and our couch's stuffing was coming out.

true story.

 ai carumba!

but our landlady has heard our woes and we are sitting comfortably in an air conditioned apartment, with just a few minor adjustments remaining.  thank heavens, because sleeping in 87 degrees felt like purgatory.