We finally got our stuff out of the condo, got it staged, took photos, and listed it for sale (voyeurs can see it here), so I feel like I can breathe a little now, even though things are still in disarray at the townhouse. Earlier this week we rounded up the kitties and made our permanent move to the townhouse — they're settling in better than I could imagine. Me? Not quite as much.
While technically all of our things are here, the majority of the furniture is still at the condo and will remain so until we sell. That means we're over here sleeping on the guest mattress on the floor in the meantime. And I don't even know how to describe the current closet situation. All the hanging things are here and hanging up, but without our dressers and built-in drawers from our old place, all the little things like socks and bras and whatnot are kind of scattered all over in different suitcases and bags and piles. I'm getting a little worried because I still haven't found where I stuffed the mother lode of underwear. Guess it's time for laundry, but also I'm a little scared of using the new washer/dryer! You get so used to what you have. Transitioning to a whole new daily routine is daunting.
One thing that has made the transition less traumatic for me was, weirdly, taking the kitchen faucet from the condo with me and installing it here at the townhouse. I was having a tear-filled meltdown last week in advance of actually moving in to the new place when my sister suggested taking something from the old place with me. I immediately knew I would take the faucet, which I installed myself (“I put you into this kitchen and I can take you out of it!”). It's a weird symbol of the six years of work I put into the condo and also somehow an amulet of good luck. Plus I just really like that faucet. And the one that came with the townhouse was crummy and leaked and I would have hated using it. It's the small things.
We're still getting to know the new place. I've gotten a little more excited about being here, especially as I've been able to watch how the light moves through the house during the day. In our old condo, the bedroom faced east and got drenched in morning light, while the living room faced west and got all of the golden afternoon sun. Here is the exact opposite, which is a really interesting difference. It changes the whole dynamic of how we use the space. Having three levels also changes that dynamic pretty drastically. I loved the ease of moving around in the old place — everything was a ten second walk away. In the townhouse, you have to really plan for your jaunts between levels!
All this to say I have NOT been taking any outfit photos to share. But I've definitely been wearing clothes! With the summer heat, I've settled into a small rotation the includes my Jungmaven t-shirt dress (at least twice a week), Jennifer Glasgow tencel pants + various tops, plus a wild-card other dress (there are three others in my closet that have been good for this weather). I try to avoid having fabric clinging to me in any way, especially around my waist.
There are rumblings in the media-sphere about fall coming, but that's all sort of a joke in Atlanta. There's a meme circulating (and I know it's been ripped off from another meme, but still) that lists Georgia's 12 Seasons, and I just about choked with laughter when I saw it last week during some unseasonably not-sweltering days. Turns out there's a name for those sudden swings when you notice it's only in the low 80s and think, oh wow I guess fall is really coming!
False! Sure enough, by the end of the week we were back to summer. I'm not going to lie, on those days when it was noticably cooler, there was a part of me that mourned the end of summer. I can complain about the heat, sure, but ultimately I love walking outside without the worry of Do I need a jacket? A light sweater? The answer is no. No you do not. There isn't even a question to answer really! I love the simplicity.
But fall IS coming, at some point at least. The climate crisis may be making things hotter and more unpredictable, but I'm reasonably sure this year will still contain autumn. And that means a return to jeans, which I do look forward to. With the exception of a week in Michigan last month, I haven't touched my jeans since an ill-advised wear on a 90 degree day in July. It's just too hot, especially because a good portion of my daily commute involves walking outside.
I admire Renee for her attention to the fall transition even as it continues to be summer. I'm just not even there yet though! Having a crazy exploded closet doesn't really help, but I can't even think about dressing for fall until the weather really starts cooling off. I might be in a bit of denial too, because acknowledging fall means also acknowledging winter is coming, and the thought of winter does not excite me. I keep reminding myself there's plenty of summer left to enjoy. And there is! One transition at a time, please.