It’s been three months since we moved to Chiaia and I got a bit sidetracked in the last few weeks and lost track of finishing the never-ending saga of our move. I thought I would finish the apartment before taking pictures but since I realize now I’m unlikely to ever be done, here is the final installment!
When last we left off I had finally ordered the kitchen and found a mover. With that off my plate it was time to turn my attention back to designing the rest of the apartment. I blew the dust off of my sketch books, page after page a jumbled mess of designs, measurements and ideas I never quite brought to fruition and promised myself I wouldn’t leave the table until it was done.
How I’d transform my vision of quasi contemporary, quasi traditional, open yet cozy, clean yet comfortable (I told you I was a design schizophrenic) into a plan I had no idea. But after nearly two inspiration free months something had to give.
I was staring at my sketchbooks feeling that familiar dread bubbling up inside me when out of nowhere some unknown force took over my hand and the plan for the rest of the apartment practically drew itself. Whether it was my many jaunts along IKEA’s yellow brick road or that I had finally freed my mind of enough stuff to let the ideas in I don’t know. But before I knew it I had picked out all of the pieces I needed and knew exactly where everything would go.
Thanks to IKEA’s website I was able to note the warehouse location for everything I wanted and we were in and out of there in a few hours. A few days later our purchases were delivered and we spent the next few weeks putting everything together and splitting our time between our two apartments.
The days drug on as much as they flew by until finally it was moving day…
The morning of the move I paced the floor like a trapped animal while visions of catastrophe ran through my head. The more I paced the more I worked myself into a frenzied mess. Meanwhile, the husband sat calmly at the table taking his morning caffè.
Ticktock it was eight o’clock and I stepped out onto the balcony. With zero hope the movers would actually be on time I was savoring my soon to be a memory view when my head panned down towards the street. And what to my wandering eyes would appear? Two tiny trucks, four movers and their boss picking up the rear.
They were in and out of the apartment with amazing speed (okay – we didn’t really have all that much) and by late afternoon our few pieces of furniture were in their place and there were so many boxes piled up to the ceiling that the apartment looked like an IKEA warehouse.
Three weeks later? We were all moved in! Well almost.
There was still much left to do and of course, we were still without our new kitchen.
Finally, on the last Saturday of January my kitchen arrived. Visions of cooking ran through my head as each box came down the hall and the countertop was hoisted up through the balcony window.
And then, the cold light of day hit again. Apparently some key information had been lost in translation and it turns out that my tecnico had to return to hook up the gas and plumbing.
I made one frantic phone call after the next and was finally able to get someone to connect the gas. The plumbing however, not so much. So there we sat there all weekend long with our brand new kitchen all dressed up with nowhere to go.
It took until Thursday to get the plumber to the house and by this time I had already lost one caffè spoon down my tiny powder room sink. Thursday stretched into Friday due to some issues with the pipes – mainly they split apart at the seams when I did the dishes from the first meal I cooked Thursday evening.
Friday, after some serious fiddling with the pipes and an unauthorized field modification of the recycling drawer, we finally had success! Was I confident? No way – we ate out instead.
I eventually got my kitchen sorted out, but where are we on the rest of the apartment three months later? Well – we’re all moved in! Well almost.
The boxes of art stacked under my loft staircase eventually got unpacked, but most of it still sits un-hung. I’ve yet to get curtains for my one and only window, the bedroom is not nearly finished, and I never did get the new legs for my fourth dining room chair. Oh, and it’s getting dangerously close to the summer and of course we’ve yet to buy an air conditioner.
So while our saga it seems will continue on into the foreseeable future, I will end the story here and without further ado here is a peek at our finished apartment! Well almost!
And now for the kitchen! If you’ve been following our Cooking with Giuseppe series, you’ve actually already had a glimpse of it.
And if you want to see the loft bedroom… you will just have to come visit!
If you are just tuning in, you can read the rest of the saga at Moving from Posillipo to Chiaia.