Sheryl Decterow

Last night we moved. THANKS, BOB, our truck tetris teammate!

I’ve been married and left my homeland and owned a condominium, but I feel far more legitimately grown up after moving into our new 1 bedroom apartment. For the first time, I share a bedroom with my husband. (the condo was a studio) This is wonderful – I close the door and can turn on any lights I want when I get up for work before he does. It has reinforced what home means, which is really cliche about hearts and things; which thus redefines itself, seeing as how my heart can be with many places and people at once. Can’t really say “I’m going home” and expect people to know whether I’m taking a bus or an airplane to get there. (Just as the speech therapist ordered – even higher demands for precise articulation!)

The wood (faux?) floors look really good with all of our wood furniture, which is surprising since I’ve always hated mixing and matching different woods. But this floor unites them. I am going to go walk around on it, putting things away and up.