We received the news last night: our application was accepted, and we’re moving [for me, returning] to Brooklyn. I’m giddy.
I’m also thinking about the fact that we’ve traded up in the light and kitchen departments but down when it comes to closet space. I’ve already got Daniel making me a bevy of bookshelves, but I think I’m also going to commission a clothing rack too.
Like this one:
I’m also into this cast iron one, though it would have to be a bit longer:
(Via Modern 50.)
Or maybe we could make use of the giant branch currently leaning nonchalantly in the corner of the dining room and do this:
(Via apartment therapy.)
Other things I’m in love with that might have to find their way into the new place, whether tangibly or by allusion…
File cabinets, file cabinets, file cabinets. Metal ones. Colorful ones. Ones with hanging folders. Ones in unexpected places. (Via The Kitchn.)
And the thing I’m possibly most excited about: my own desk will be allowed to come back out from storage, because we’ll finally have room for it (knock on wood).
I love a fresh start.