Home, Sweet Home

Here are a few pics of the new place.  I’d love to write something pithy or creative, but this quarter is kicking my ass in a way that I thought it would not.  I expected to coast through, but I neglected to account for 19th century British authors.  They are some seriously verbose people.

At any rate, here’s the new house:

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It’s actually quite nice, although the exterior needs some work.  Luckily, I’m only renting for the moment.

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I own appliances for the first time in my life.  It’s a little weird.

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Do you like my knife holder?  It’s my favorite kitchen apparatus.

We stay insanely busy, and I haven’t made it back to Louisville in entirely too long.  I intended to come this weekend, but my son has THE PLAGUE.  By which I mean, chicken pox.  We’ll see how that works out.