My neighborhood...
Whenever I say things like this I get the undeniable urge to smile. Being homeless for a week will do that to you, but living in a place you're enamored with will do it too.
Here it is:
The kitchen has two sinks, lots of cupboard space, and fruit brand stickers all over (look below the cupboards). This is an artistic house because quite artistic people reside in it. I like walking through and finding a new quirk every time.
Here is my hallway but more importantly: pictured is my lovely roommate Cardy as she sews a design on her dress.
Hands down favorite component of the house aside from the chill people that live in it: the bathroom. That is the shower.
This is the bathroom mirror, decor, and the charming cracked paint.
The room I'm temporarily sleeping in - this door leads to the balcony.
The view of the street from my balcony!I'm currently chilling out in the back room of the house on a bunch of cushions and pillows that were already in the room. On a Walmart trip I purchased a blanket and pillow. Aside from my suitcase and some Walmart stuff I've got very little to my name. Maybe its a little silly but it makes me incredibly happy living so simply. My life consists of figuring out my neighborhood and cruising craigslist for furniture. On the first I move into my official living quarters next door! I'll probably paint it while I still have no furniture because it is a dark, depressing green. Cardy says yellow to remind me of the sunshine.
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