Helping out the stalkers who might’ve lost the trail

Coffee shops really seem to be the only place to go for internet access—I’ve had bad luck with just serendipitously happening upon open networks.

In any event, the promised update on my apartment situation:
When I discovered I’d be moving back to New York, I wrote my old landlord to see if he had any places in my old building available. He did, in fact—across the hall from my old place. When I got to town, I looked at it. I liked it fine. But someone who liked it better was the woman living across the hall. In my old apartment.

So we switched. And I moved back into my old place. (If you’re curious, there’s actually a picture in my very first post here).

But in her brief time in my apartment, she’d made some changes. The change to the bedroom was the main one:


And so...
My dedicated parents came up to New York and spent the weekend working.

Here they are putting the dropcloth in the closet:


Mom’s got her painting suit on:


Here’s Dad applying the white paint:


And then the accent color:


And here’s the finished product!! Yaay!!


(There was some dust on the lens—the paint job itself was fine). Now I just have to finish putting all my stuff away.