(Mostly inadvertent) Bad Idea, Number One:

Moving into a beautiful hardwood-laden basement apartment, without having any clear idea that we were also moving into the middle of a nasty divorce/custody battle, involving parties addicted to prescription drugs and parties kicked out of the household, but still possessing keys and prone to wanting to use said keys when no one was home but, say, hypothetically of course, me.

We honestly and truly appreciate the woman who rented us the apartment, and my heart hurts for her current struggles, but the problems surrounding the rental, the consistently tumultuous situation, and, eventually, the impending danger we both increasingly felt saw us quickly out of the lease, and out the door. Just as an example of how bad it got, and also how ridiculous we are, we even started keeping a crow-bar next to the bed. A CROW-BAR. What we were going to do with that, I have no idea. But somehow, oddly curved steel sleeping soundly next to us made us feel safer. Or more ninja-like. I’m not entirely sure which.

(Completely Conscious) Bad Idea, Number Two:

Moving (for the second time in six months, yes, and also) in the middle of winter, in Eastern Washington. In fact, more than just a “bad idea,” such silliness probably ranks atop “The Worst Idea, In The History Of Bad Ideas, Ever” list. I think it’s number two. Second only to “Sky-diving with a head cold.”

Bad ideas aside, we are more than thrilled! about our new place. Happier than we were in our previous hardwood floor (non)haven. It’s smaller, in general, but still big for an apartment. 1100 square feet of carpeted cozy-ness. We have a fireplace, which is Chris’ favorite attribute, and two full-size bathrooms, which are mine. We traded an over-abundance of storage space for a place we can actually furnish, and, in preparation, sent an entire truck-full of excess junk packing.

The saddest part about our pre-move purging is that we still have plenty with which we can, and should, part. At this point, I think we’re just working up to it. As soon as our daily temperature rises above thirteen degrees, I fully intend to venture to the garage to pay final homage to more boxes we never should have brought with us.

So, by this point, you’re probably saying, “OK, OK. Enough blither blather already. Show us PICTURES.” To which I would say: “Seriously, I know, right?”

So cozy the camera instantly blurs out of sheer relaxation. Or I can’t hold still. Either way:

Separate dining area, complete with my stuff littered everywhere:

And, look! Our very first piece of chosen furniture. Admittedly, we are a little bit in love with this futon:

A topsy-turvy view of the kitchen, because I’m stellar with the camera skillz:

One more shot of the living room, because, even more than the futon we are in love with the windows. Windows! that let REAL light in, everyday. Windows! that open and close and did I mention how awesome! it is that we hardly ever have to turn on a single light in the daytime hours?

So, there you have it. Bad! ideas, complete with pictures!

As per our usual Sneak Peek Sunday dealings, feel free to show me (and, well, everyone else) yours, now that I’ve shown you mine. While I consider myself infinitely interested, we here at casa de kerrianne do not deal (solely) in peer pressure.

Now, who wants to go sky-diving?