Our new home

Each morning I awake, sit on my very own couch (which was recently freed from underneath a million boxes in a freezing storage unit) and munch a tray of ice (which, yes, I know, is bad for my teeth).

While I savor the cold crunchiness I stare at the cutest door that hangs crooked in its frame. I walk under a lovely pointed-archway to refill and reposition my ice-tray.

I dance my way around my new kitchen as I prepare breakfast for my sleeping critters.

The details, modern and vintage, make me smile.

This is home.

And it's finally perfect now that we have the internet.

Back in blogging business!