I have lived in my new spot for less than a week now and I am madly in love. I have come a long way from living in an emotional suitcase. But even during the shit show that is moving and unpacking I realized I am very simple when it comes to what makes me feel comfortable.
I immediately hung all my hats on the wall near the closet. For one, I mean, I love hats. But also friends always reach for them during wine induced dance parties which happened on Friday. (The first inaugural carpet spill happened at the same time. No one is surprised.)
I put photographs, artwork and quotes around the apartment within the first few hours of getting the keys.
Lighting yummy candles is so good too… My mom slipped this diptyque one (my favorite) in a box of stuff she had left for me before they headed up to Canada. The scent completely overtakes the smell of new cabinets and fresh paint.
And flowers. Sunflowers and orchids from people who came to see the new spot. Adds a little life to the place.
I need to put up curtains. I need to get the cracked window fixed. I need to find where to do laundry since there aren’t machines in the building.
But none of that really matters right now. I am home. And it feels so good.