Carrying furniture out one door, down some steps, along, up some steps, and in another door went fairly smoothly. The weather in California is still acting weird (water keeps falling from the sky!) so we had the small challenge of dodging the showers. With some VERY appreciated help from Shauli and Anat we got it all done.
After that it was just a case of cleaning the old apartment. "Why don't we ever do this while we're actually living in the place?" I asked Hannah as we worked our way down through the varied strata of dust, fluff, and human hair. Still, the place scrubbed up nicely and so we wait to see what percentage of our security deposit is returned.
The new flat is very nice too, and clean (for the moment). It has lots of mirrored wardrobe doors, which means you can be sitting on the toilet and by various prismatic effects look out the kitchen window at the same time. And everyone out there look in, I suppose. Our swimming pool view is now at the back rather than the front, and the kitchen faces across the road and at the posh flats opposite which appeals to Hannah's investigative tendencies, shall we say.
But don't take my word for it, come and see for yourself! You can even have your own bedroom now.
Before. Nice and tidy, in my opinion.
Shauli employs the "turtle" method of furniture removal.
Tools of the trade.
After! That La-Z-Boy is a fine piece of furniture.
We did have child labour help as well. Hey, some things are hard to clean under!
