In his now regular guest post, my fiancé makes me sound like a crazy lady. Again.
I’m sure it happens in every household. Well, I’ll console myself with the thought that it happens in every household. Don’t you dare ruin it for me and tell me otherwise. That’s not what the comment section is for – I’ve been assured that the comment section is simply for agreeing fans. And back on topic…
When I left the apartment this morning, it looked like the one I was familiar with and had grown to love. An apartment that had everything I needed in it. A space I could call home. Over the last 12 hours I had grown accustomed to it. I developed a deep attachment. And then I came home.
Home to a different apartment. There were things that were the same, but there were also things that had changed. Furniture had been added (a new Jonathan Adler chair in the bedroom, if you’re asking), cushions had been stacked (damn cushions) and my stuff… it was… somewhere else. [Read more...]