weather, this is unacceptable.

It just half-hailed, or possibly corn-snowed, for a good half hour. Seriously, what's with this heinous weather? Is it not enough, already, that we've had one of the coldest, grayest, latest, worst springs on record? Do you not know that it's almost June? I'm like a delicate little summer flower...I need sunshine and warmth to thrive, for crying out loud, and you're not giving me either. I just read this article and almost cried. Why can this not happen just a little sooner? If it doesn't get warm-ish and at least marginally more sunny outside, I'm fairly certain that I will actually become part of my couch. Mike will have to bring me food and drink and occasionally vacuum the cat hair from my fabric surface. This weather is giving me zero motivation to get active, or even to get out of bed in the morning, really. BLEH, I say.

In other news, the place that I'm currently freezing in is our brand new loft-y apartment, ta-daaaahhh!. Ok, it's not brand new, but it's new to us, and that's something, right? The building itself was built somewhere in the early 1900s and was some sort of factory for a while, then got converted to lofts and really amazing office spaces, and now has protected monument status. (I like that last bit.) We had to work fairly hard to find, and then to get into, this place...we probably visited 20 apartments over the last several months, and just didn't see anything we were really sold on, until we saw this same model of apartment in the same building, but a floor lower, back in February. Sadly, they rejected our first application (yep, that's a thing here...the market is so competitive that they can take whomever they darn well please), but we somehow managed to weasel our way into the next apartment that opened up in the building (which was incredibly surprising in how quickly that happened), so...hooray! And all that. And now, to the photos.

Dining area.

Dining and kitchen, which is just one giant island and a wall o' cabinets.

View from dining to the guest "room" at the other end. And ping pong in the middle, heh heh. 

Guest "room," consisting of two wardrobes and a bookshelf. Certainly not as cat-proof as the actual bedroom we had in the old place, but hey...if you come visit, it's still a free bed in Zürich.

Our wee bedroom, in which the door clears the end of the bed by no more than two inches. (The hideous, half-mirrored wardrobe comes courtesy of the previous tenant, who bought the appropriate furniture to fill this place, then realized the odds of him finding another apartment that could hold it all were nil. So yaaay, more [mostly useful] furniture for us, but booo, most of it's ugly. Except the couch of which I am becoming a part.)

Here's Mike's favorite part: the roof terrace. We don't have a balcony anymore, but we do have access to the 800-square-meter party pad on the roof. From which you can actually see the Alps on a clear day. (Not that we have those here, mind you.)

Ok, so we had a few, very brief moments of clear-enough weather earlier this week.* Look how pretty. 

We also have a fantastic view of the Uetliberg tower and hotel from here (far right, top of the hill), which is where they shoot off some pretty good fireworks throughout the year (woooooo! fireworks! wooo!).

There's a narrow green-roof-type space between the floor of the terrace and the railing around it, which is obviously not planted with anything on purpose, but has sprung up with all sorts of little succulents and a few pretty flowers. These fall somewhere in the onion family.

Dianthus, maybe? Growing on our roof! 

Love the exterior. 

And that's what's happening in our neck of the woods. I really just wanted to rant about the weather, but I promised you new apartment info, so I figured I should deliver at least that. Enjoy your holiday weekend, US-dwellers, and I'll post again the next time something worthy arises. (With this weather, don't hold your collective breaths...)

*Twenty minutes later, it poured rain for an hour.