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Moving In

Posted by: Liz | From: November 11, 2006

J and I moved into our new place today.

At first I thought 6500 square feet was too much space for two people, but then I look at our built in home theater and two person shower and think, no this is perfect. And let me tell you, I am soooo glad I hired a decorator. He really took all the hassle out of making the place feel more like the home I wanted. When my neighbors come over I want them to feel so envious about our entry hall with Italian marble columns and 50 inch plasma screen in the living room they go home and cry themselves to sleep. I want J and I to be the Jones everyone else wants to keep up with. Isn't that what life is about?

So here I am now. The movers have all just left and the decorator is hanging some paintings on the wall. I don't know who painted them yet, but he assures me they are extremely talented and very popular.

J is sitting in his den reading a biography on George Washington Carver. If there is anything that man loves it's a good story about a man and his peanut. After I'm finished writing this entry I'm going to go try and find the kitchen.

But before I end this, I want to say no matter how much stuff we have in Denver it will never make up for the friends we had in New York. The warmth and good feelings our friends brought to our little place in Sunset Park will always stay with me. Whether it was Krista's sense of humor and ingenious wit or Josh's sexy ass, each of them brought something unique that can never be replaced with material goods. I remember the day Josh pulled J from a burning building, his selfless acts always reminded us of the hero in a classic comic book, or maybe it was just the tights he always wore. And who could ever forget when Krista would lift her head up to the sky and sing in Prospect Park on a Sunday morning, bringing all the birds and squirrels out to greet her in a harmonious human/animal platonic orgy of love.

Ahh, memories....anyway, I wonder what our cook Fernando is making us for dinner?

Um, yeah, and this entry might have been written by someone other than Liz because she just moved into her new place and she's actually without computer access right now. But I'm sure I captured her thoughts perfectly....

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Nicely done!

Posted by: Real Girl at November 12, 2006 09:28 PM

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