Jon has been going back and forth to confirm details of the renovations at the new place, while I stay at home with the baby. He sometimes takes photos so I can see what’s going on, but I think he mostly talks with the contractors.
We’re aiming to open May 9th in the new place, although it seems like there’s always a chance of delay, especially as we’re actually a few units that are being combined together. My fortune teller fish doesn’t seem to have any answers.
I’m nervous, but Jon says I should just “stand by”…so we’re just keeping our fingers crossed that everything will roll on wheels. Really, what he says is “stand by, and keep packing.”
For now, here’s a picture of the front entranceway to our apartment unit. Our first place together was a loft with the original wood post and beams, so it’s a bit like life is coming full circle.
The apartment was previously one big open space, but we’re closing off a back corner for the baby’s room. I’m excited that we’ll have a bathtub for the baby to splash around in. He is a certainly a splasher.
Our “bedroom area” will still be exposed mostly, but we’ll have a closet wardrobe separating it a bit from the living area. We’ll be opening up a doorway to the next door unit which will be our packing/office area.
I sometimes wonder what it will be like for Caleb to grow up in this industrial space in the city, surrounded by other businesses and warehouses. I keep thinking he’s going to end up like the dog in Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s poem, wandering the city streets of San Francisco.
Right now, we’re in a house in our neighbourhood here in Little Portugal, and of course there are so many families with babies and kids, and even our neighbours that don’t have kids like to laugh at the baby’s enormous cheeks.
Jon and I both grew up in houses with backyards and front lawns, in the suburbs. It will be unconventional, that’s for sure.