you feel like home, home to me

I have to admit, it's weird living in an apartment, a temporary space. We have all this mix-matchy stuff due to only beginning with what we had that got us by thus far. So it came down to craiglist to help us fill our temporary home, or not letting go of the mix-matchy stuff because hey, beggars can't be choosers, and we won't be beggars for long, or will we? hmmmm

So we've finally pieced a few things together and will share our home, with you, our friends, who are always welcome, but will never come because we live so far and have only one bathroom and one real bed. It's expensive to visit DC, we know. Trust me, we know. It's not just a tourist trap. They trap tenants as well.

Mr Smith is amazing and put up my frames for me . . .

I know they are crooked, I fixed them after the photo

This is on the left right when you walk in and before you hit the kitchen table. Mr Smith loves the decor and thinks it really has a good purpose.

We love our bookshelves . . .

notice the candy jar at the top

My desk space/shared desk space

Eric's desk space and our bikes

Mr Smith also hung my pots n pans because we have zero kitchen storage space

My kitchen must haves: knives, steamer, cutting board, pots n pans, pyrex

Eric's kitchen must haves: bacon plate, paper towels ...

No pictures of the bedroom cause we're doing laundry today and it just looks weird. Not much to it except i wanted to take a picture of the wonderful quilt Eric's aunts made us for the wedding. But any way, Welcome to our Home!

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