Why is it that things are left until the last minute.
And thats when you decide something must be done.

I move out of my current house at the end of June.
I have lived here for just over a year.
Tonight, I finally hung up my New York photos and Breakfast at Tiffany's art.

Really do not know what the point of that exercise was.
But I least I have pretty things to look at now while I blog instead of one red painted feature wall.
[which I chose, but my fav city and movie trumps my fav colour]