I love my new house. It feels like a real home even with boxes and bins scattered everywhere. It has all this great wood work, the kitchen and bathroom needs to be updated, but they are so old that they are retro. It has a loft upstairs that I want to use as my bed room, but I could not fit my bed upstairs. As soon as I get settled, I am going to buy two twin beds and convert them into a king size bed. I have grand plans for the loft, think Ottoman Empire. Better yet, think ridiculous Victorian notions of the Ottoman Empire. I will try to restrain myself from making it into a bad painting, but I am really glad that I know how to sew. Pasha is afraid to go upstairs, but Truck is fearless and seems to like that windows are his height. I will have to re-enforce them. I like the neighborhood it is quiet, but there is park in the next block that I walk the boys in. Truck is very popular with the young men who play basketball there and always seems to find food dropped by picnickers. He does not seem to mind if said food is covered by ants.