Wait, what? New place? Yes, I said it. This week I am M O V I N G. Into a H O U S E. No more walking through a claustrophobia-inducing cave to get to my teeny, tiny, dimly lit loft. No more leaky ceiling that literally poured water all over my most prized linens throughout the night last night. No more Ollie keeping me from falling aleep and then waking me up well before it's time. I mean, I'm not getting rid of Ollie. I will love that kitten for all of eternity. I'm just not letting him in my bedroom while I sleep. A bedroom! I'm excited to have a real bedroom! With a door that closes! And real wood floors! And a decent-sized closet! And lots of light!
AND THERE'S A DECK.
You guys, I'm psyched. And I'm moving in with two awesome babes. I'm so excited to have roommates. I love my alone time much more than the next guy, but it gets freaking LONELY where I am.
This week will be spent painting and packing and moving and unpacking. It's going to be a tiring one, but it's going to be a good one.
I CAN'T WAIT TO DECORATE. I'll be posting mad photos of the decorating process of new place once I get settled. Don't y'all even worry about THAT.
(Apologies on the low-qual Insta photos -- and that you may have already seen them before).