A writer’s house in Oak Park

So it’s been a hectic couple of days, but the move went fine, and now my wife and I are slowly settling into our new home. It’s a strange feeling, walking around a house that you know only slightly, but where you expect to spend much of your life for many years to come. And while I’m still adjusting to the new space, and trying to recover the comfortable habits that were lost in the transition—I’m not someone who adapts well to a change in routine—I’m very happy with where things stand.

Since this is primarily a blog about writing, among other things, I don’t expect to be talking much about the house, although I may try to chronicle the slow evolution of my home office, which currently consists of little more than a laptop and a mountain of boxes. (I’m posting these pictures today mostly to break up my streak of quotes from bearded writers, with a third on its way tomorrow.) If you’re curious, though, my wife intends to post periodic updates on her own blog, endearingly titled Oak Perk. (I came up with the name.) And if you stop by to say hello, please let her know that I sent you.