Belle van Zuylenlaan
East River Road
Belle Van Zuylenlaan
St Georges Avenue
Rue Roberts Jones
Johan de Wittstraat
Cezar Chavez street
At this point in my life I am averaging a new address every 2 years.
This move went relatively smoothly. Just a few well mannered discussions between my husband and I about whose SH*T was whose. We had collected some. We now have the main living quarters up and running. There is still a basement play/study area with a few piles of aforementioned SH*T, waiting to find a spot. but I think we are within days of finishing. There again, this has been said before.
This time we live in a Gingerbread house. Easy to recognize from the street. Each new house is like a new relationship. With each one you get better at spotting the annoying bits sooner. Take the black and white checked tiles in the kitchen. A nice detail, but so difficult to keep clean. Take a man that likes to dance... did you know I am married to the best dancer of the universe?
So, without further ado. In semi- random order, lots of pictures with few words.
The banquet room, one side
The banquet room, opposite side. Lesson 10: how to breakdance
Harry Potter's owl is still around.
Stones from Californian coast
Non-functioning fireplace - Danielle Kwaaitaal series reunited
Dutch tulips, planted by Oma, pushing through.
Hallway with dry cleaning. Note: picture by S2
House from the back
An occupant with lipstick
Living room with disco ball, note sparkles in sunshine
Kitchen with those tiles. Soon "Disco mountains" by S3 will hang here.
Jip's room, looking out on kitchen.
Here we sleep.
The view from a room
Our guest room. Please come again.