Sunday, June 13, 2010
iPeep
It has been almost two weeks since I left Ottawa for Dubai, and I'm still having trouble getting my routine straight.
Two nights of flying, and one very long, tiring, and not so pleasant day in London can do that to you I suppose.
Unlike last time however, most of the furniture we ordered for our new place has arrived, with the exception of a coffee table and two end tables for the living room. For those, the hunt is on.
The search for wallpaper has also begun. And for rugs. And for the numerous other things you need to make a house feel like a home.
As I write, my parents and sister are out yet again hunting for a living room table. I opted to stay home on account of not feeling too great. I'm sure I can use the rest for all the roaming around we're going to do, as we've been doing even before we actually moved into our new apartment.
My only concern is having to do this all over again before we move into our new villa in Dubai which will probably be ready sometime next year.
I did warn my dad that making a villa was going to be a huge headache, something he seems to be realizing only now. Just looking at the huge variety of marble slabs, tiles, doors, doorknobs, and all sorts of things you have to choose when you custom design a house, made me feel dizzy when we were out one day.
I really don't want to think about the huge amounts of time and energy that are going to be guzzled away as we shop for everything for the new place from top to bottom.
I would have said that's what you have designers and decorators for, but judging by our experience with them for this apartment, I'd say you have designers only to have someone who presents you with things so you can decide what you most definitely don't want.
I suppose it's like house help. You can't leave them to their own devices unless you're prepared to be surprised, or shocked, depending on the final result.
Things are better in our new apartment this time around though, with no construction going on from dawn to midnight in the building across, and much less shouting by workers camping on site at odd hours of the night.
The elevators have been tidied up and stripped of their cardboard boxes too, and visits by annoying building staff aren't a regular feature either.
The only thing I found a little strange at first was that one second, you have a wonderful view from your window, and the next, you find a man staring at you dangling from the other side of it.
The first time this happened, I was having a conversation standing next to the window in the kitchen. I turned around to grab a glass and was startled to see a man who seemed to have descended from the sky and gotten stuck to the window, in a perfect sitting yoga type position. I'm still not sure what he was doing there or why he decided to make an appearance.
Today I was woken up in the morning by some noise outside my bedroom window. I looked only to find yet another worker stuck to my window. This time it was a window cleaner. The same thing happened yesterday, but at a different time.
All the windows in the building are tinted, so I know no one can see inside during the day. I'm still a little unsure about someone who's stuck to the window though.
Looks like I'll have to try for myself. The next time I come across a tinted window I'm going to stick to it and see if I can see what's going on inside. Maybe I'll even pretend to be a window cleaner so no one suspects me. I don't want to be known as the weird girl who peeps through people's windows though. Then again, I don't particularly want to be known as a window cleaner either. Not that there's anything wrong with it, but if I'm not one then it doesn't really make much sense does it?
I am starting to wonder though, is it really necessary to clean all the windows of a 48 floor building every day? That's a whole lot of Windex. And if in fact the window cleaners can see inside, also a whole lot of peeping.
Anyways that's enough peep talk for now. Hope you're having a good summer!
Till next time,
xo
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