Sniffle, sniffle. I am slowly getting over my wounded pride, thanks to your kind comments about yesterday's blog post (below). The trauma I sustained came from the reaction of our first home exchange guest in our new apartment. She took one look at the place then described it as tiny and cave-like *muffled sob*.
For those who still want to leave nice comments to help my morale, don't hesitate! You can click on the title of this blog post to see the photos of my new home and vote with your comment. Was the home exchanger right, or would you be happy staying in our small, yet lovingly fixed-up home? Perhaps it would tempt you to know that we are on the best street in the best Manhattan neighborhood. This is not my subjective opinion or a boast, I am just noting the conclusions of the statisticians at New York Magazine, who recently ranked every NYC neighborhood on factors like restaurants, shopping, transit, parks, etc).
As the family member who did most of the renovations reminds me, the photos that are currently posted do not reflect the most recent touches -- we have painted the wooden storage unit which is visible in the photo of the loft, reorganized the closet and fixed up the kitchen a bit more.
If this had been my first-ever home exchange instead of my 53rd swap since the age of 8 I might never swap again. Who needs their home criticized, especially when one has just spent a month fixing it up.
Because the building that houses the apartment is well over 100 years old we decorated it with antique sheet music from the turn of the century. I gave pride of place to a 1920's framed song book about the state where the home exchanger resides. It's a subtle touch, and I didn't expect her to notice, but I also didn't expect her to be so negative. Perhaps chocolate would help...
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