|Office with a view|
|Second-hand Corningware never seems to have lids|
It turns out the acres of white carpet are outgassing formaldehyde. The place had a kind of plastic smell to it when we saw it, but after the first few nights and days spent in residence, it became unbearable. It has to go. I can just about cope with working at home with the doors and windows wide open. A solution that will not be viable for much longer as we have just passed the Autumnal equinox. I am gradually becoming an expert on the soundproofing qualities of cork flooring and various types of acoustical underlays (because it's a condo, it must be quiet). Not what I planned to do with my spare (?!) time in a new city. The scary thing is, I'm getting used to the big empty spaces, and wonder if we're going to feel hemmed in when all our stuff finally makes its appearance!