Gastography

My new ‘hood.

First meal in the new place: my DH’s marinara (the best ever IMHO) over pasta with garlic bread and a local brew (Brooklyn Brown Ale). A great start, I think.

The chilly bites pulling up a patch of sunlight in my new office.

Found this at the ShopRite in White Plains, where we just gappened to be today after hitting up the closest (open) Container Store with assured parking. There are 2 in Manhattan, but we did not want to deal with that level of drama.

I was tempted, just because the can is that cool, but buying alcohol because it’s pretty doesn’t usually work that well for me.

The water from the IKEA in Red Hook.

The drive day 3: Raleigh to Elizabeth, New Jersey.

It’s Crepe Myrtle blooming time in Raleigh.

Helloooo, Virginia.

My co-pilot is unreliable. Also, I think he’s angling for my sweet, sweet double-pillow driving setup.

Wave-by DC

Bridge in Delaware.

Maryland?

Joisey.

The days’ drive.

My favorite Jax bridge in the fog.

Florida down, Georgia, South Carolina & half of North Carolina to go.

Georgia in the rear view.

I still want someone to take me here. I’ve been before to get gas, alone, in the dark – which was the most depressing thing ever.

Raleigh again.

Bye, bye fishbowl. You were beautiful.

From the door.

The only other “room” in the loft: the bathroom.

More bathroom.

Pano from the entry to the grand room. To the left of the pole was the living room setup. Directly in front of the slanted window wall was the “bedroom”.

Pano from where the bed sat.

The kitchen.

The views.

Last but certainly not least; the scenic McDonalds.

Bye, bye gang of Latin American (restaurant) pigeons. Last night in Miami.