In the Land of the Lost

Every day can be an adventure - even if it's performing daily chores. On Sunday and Monday, we reorganized the flat. The back room finally started coming together. As such, we had to find room for our bikes and other miscellaneous office equipment. So we finally found time to empty our storage room, make room for our bikes, and ship the remaining items to the maid's quarters on the 8th 1/2 floor - or what I like to call "The Land of the Lost."

To get there, you must first walk through a side hallway to the left of our front door. From there, you ascend a winding staircase to the eight floor. Not done yet, you step into another staircase designed for Oompa Loompas. Once you've reached the 8th and 1/2 floor, you stumble your way over loose tiles to the third door on your right. With a turn of your magical key, you enter a mystical room with golden walls, indigo carpet, a crystal chandelier and a mysterious sink that appears to work only when the water fairy arrives through the pocket window with buckets in hand.

And from what I can tell, others live in the rooms adjacent to this mysterious place. Though, they can’t be any taller than four feet and require no bowel movement. Maybe they make shoes at night for tired cobblers or scare kids after dusk.

Either way, for the next two years, they’ll have luggage, unused lamps and other misfit items for neighbors. At least they won’t have to worry about the noise – for now. Who knows what will happen to our inanimate objects once get comfortable in “The Land of the Lost.”