Won't You Be My Neighbor?

“The time has come,” the Walrus said, “To talk of many things: Of shoes—and ships—and sealing wax—Of cabbages—and kings—"...But more importantly...of my new apartment! 


All but a few boxes have been unpacked, the stove has been initiated (with a burnt pot of chili), the couch and TV have already learned to be my friend when I'm home sick, the first load of laundry is finishing up as I type, and I've already had to fork out a month's rent...yep, I'm officially moved in...and ya know what? It's all worth it.  


Everyone said there's nothing like living alone, and they were right.  It's so quiet when you wake up in the morning, there's no one to judge me if I want to leave a dirty dish on the counter for a day (or two), I can sing to the music as loud as I want (well almost as loud as I want...I do have neighbors), and I can burn a pot of chili as many times as it takes to get it right and no one is the wiser.  

In short, it kinda rocks! (Plus, my 10 minute "commute" to work makes life so much easier!)


OK, I know you're all only reading this hoping to see some pictures...so without further adieu...
The Living Room:

The Dining Room:

I still need a few more corks (hint hint)

The Kitchen:

The Boudoir:

The Bathroom:

Thanks for visiting and hope you enjoyed the tour!
Remember, my door is always open...except when it's closed. :)


P.S. Special thanks to mom and dad for helping with the big move! I had a great weekend with you and you're both invited back for a trip that doesn't involve so much manual labor. Love!