I spent time with my family and saw some friends but in the end, I missed "home" a little bit. Home meaning that place where I keep my clothes and cooking appliances. Its weird that a place, Oakland, where I have no family and no close friends can still feel like home.
After 5 weeks of making it my own, here are some aesthetic changes:
Here's the Livingroom. Good place to pound fists furiously into futon while watching NCAA basketball. Just ask Suneal.
Dining Room - pretty much the same except I bought a vinyl tablecloth
View from the front door. The little plants in our plant vestibule are real.
This is the crap nook where we put all the orphaned, unwanted, and displaced shit in our lives. If only there was an emotional crap nook.
My room
My TWIN (ugggh) Bed
Old Briefcase turned KnickKnack holder
5 comments:
I like your apartment a lot!
emotional crap nook would look more like the emotional crap master bedroom for me.
- kt
where's ariel, eh? the place looks abfab anyhoo sister! tell the boy i says hello
omg! your apt is sooo cute!!!
I'm thinking of copying you and getting that Map of the World shower curtain.
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