Well, here it is & here I am—typing from my new (well, new to me) apartment in Waynesburg, Pa. My sister Shawn, her husband Jim & his older son Michael arrived at my place in Pittsburgh this past Friday with a U-Haul, and thanks to their very generous help (and my brother-in-law’s skills at assembling furniture—the dining set I bought from IKEA and the bookcases I got for my livingroom & bedroom were still in flat boxes) by Sunday morning there wasn’t a moving carton, bag or tool in sight.
There’s still plenty to do, as the walls are mostly bare and I need to find a new armchair for the living room. But the hard part is done, and I can’t thank Jim & Shawn enough. To say I’m in their debt would be an understatement—I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for their help.
Steps leading upstairs to my apartment; I lucked out with a corner unit on the top floor
Here’s some pics of the place so far—it’s certainly not one of your more modern apartment buildings, but so what, it has a kitschy charm all it’s own. The owners are kind and honest, and take great pride in the property. The caring shows.
No more digital thermostats! When I asked Sue (my landlord) how I adjust the heat this winter, she said “you turn the knob on your radiators on or off”
One of the two “industrial” bookcases my brother-in-law Jim assembled for me; doesn’t it look great?
My new couch was waiting for me the morning I moved in, thanks to my landlord who went to the furniture store & picked it up for me!
My galley kitchen, sure do love all the windows in here—and cooking with gas
My new table & chairs from IKEA—I’m going back this weekend to get some seat cushions
I’m really digging the green-tile & pedestal sink, this puts my bath in Pittsburgh to shame
The bedroom, and everybody’s favorite room in the apartment—I’m not doing it justice, it’s twice as wide as seen here, with a large closet, dresser & another window on the opposite side
What’s ironic about moving here is how the other tenants see me; at my former place in Pittsburgh, the building had been overtaken by millennials, who regarded myself & three other tenants (Bill, Jim & Theresa) as the “old timers”. Here, I’m currently the youngest tenant--as several of my new neighbors have let me know. “Oh, you’re the young man from the city!” Yep, that’s me.