We moved into the guest room, which now has the distinction of being the only room in our house without boxes. We also moved the new tansu in there to use for our clothes, figuring that we’ll just pack the clothing in the tansu for the move. So, while the room has our bed, rug, bedside tables, it also feels like someone else’s house. Rob was joking that it felt like we were in a bed and breakfast, so when I got up this morning I made brunch for us. I still feel like someone has tacked a room from another house onto ours. At least it’s a nice room.
