Three feet

We finally started the wall project in the living room we've been talking about doing for years. What a relief. Okay, so it was nerve-wracking when I got a call from the management company for our building asking us to fill out this paperwork that was supposed to be submitted for approval prior to starting any work. Well, required for major projects that impact the entire building, change the exterior appearance or alter the structural integrity of the building (i.e., f--k with load bearing walls). This paperwork is not needed for minor work, which is what we are doing. Stupid nosey Parkers, also known as our unidentified neighbors (since we don't know who it was that squealed), called the management company because they thought there was too much drywall coming out of our place. Really? Really?! You don't have anything better to do? It sort of makes me want to strip out all of the drywall just to f--- with 'em. The condo is currently in a state of serious disorder but the living room feels positively gargantuan. We are gaining approximately three feet of space widthwise. Ahhhh...room to breathe. We've got another couple of days before it'll be ready to paint but here's what we've captured of this momentous event so far:

That's our wall and our contractor, Trevor, and his demolition expert, Brent.

Wow. What a big wall you have! Is that a wall in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

Our poor little ventless fireplace hasn't worked in years so that's no big loss. I am beginning to realize that the loads of crap* we had stashed in the cabinets will now need to find a new home but am thus far undaunted by the task of locating said home. The coolest thing about this is that we'll have flexibility when it comes to arranging our furniture, which we did not have before. One wall opposite fireplace pretty much meant that that is where our couch had to go. AND! We'll be able to get a large - meaning bigger than 27 inches, Darren - t.v. that can be placed at or near eye-level, increasing our t.v. viewing pleasure exponentially.

*Different from the aforementioned ring of crap. Instead of crap hugging the sides of all four walls of a room, loads of crap are strategically piled into cabinets and remain hidden. Precariously balanced bits o' crap refer to items in closets.