Well, I'm a few months behind. Nearly 3 months to be exact. Never really sure where the time goes, but suddenly I've been living here for 3 months and have seen my fair share of couches in that time. But now I'm settled in my new digs.
I landed up in the area I wanted to live in since the day I arrived back in the city. It's close to everything (food, drink, hangouts & work). And it's nearly full of all the stuff I love.
Like this clock:
And my favourite painting in the world:
I'm still in the midst of collecting more things. I need a vintage chair for beside the lamp and perhaps a bedside table (
mirrored... you're feeling this right?) so my book and water can have a home!
It's tiny but it's all mine. And A lives 2 floors above my place, so there's always company. (And a gym and sauna and court yard and about 700 other people).
I'm feeling pretty good!
