Moving Boxes & White Roses

Moving is stressful no matter where you're moving, how you're doing it, or who is helping you.  When it to comes piles of boxes and that plates-at-one-house-and-the-bowls-at-another effect I'm a little frazzled. I'm just the nesting sort. I like to have my space, have it organized, and know where EVERYTHING is. Alright, so maybe I'm a little up tight. But I've certainly loosened up since marrying my husband (nothing fazes him...NOTHING!). 

Sets of plates and bowls aside, I'm so glad we moved. We're loving our new home, and it's a lot closer to Mike's office which is great. Now, you're probably wondering right about now why this post has pictures of white roses in it rather than those piles of boxes I mentioned. Since we moved into our first apartment last year, Mike started this little tradition of getting me a bouquet of full white roses as my first bouquet at our new dwelling. Since he made it a point last move, he certainly couldn't let it go this time.

Halfway into the mess of boxes that was our new place a week ago, one dozen full, blooming white roses made their way into our new nest. Since the bathroom was the only sane room at that time I put the roses in there. (Good thing the bathroom here is probably my favorite room...it's so spacious...I could use that double vanity like a little office if I could get beyond that fact that it's probably way too weird to pull a chair up to the vanity and set up camp). 

Oh, and just because I'm giving those gorgeous roses so much praise, I didn't want our "pet" Mushoo the bamboo from Whole Foods Market to get jealous. Yes, whilst facing the infamous pet debate of newlyweds last summer we settled on two shoots of bamboo. After having fostered a puppy for a few days in our old place and watching it poop or pee every 20 minutes on our carpet I was rather glad we opted for a "pet" that did not require bathroom breaks of chew toys.