_bossanova_

My little apartment is undergoing a magical transformation into a place I'm happy to come home to. It's peaceful and cute and the roommate's cats have stopped hiding and lay about in plain sight now. My room smells like my favorite candles and the kitchen smells like coffee and brownies. At night I sleep with my window open and the cold air makes my down comforter seem much warmer. I've been listening (and dancing) to old mix cd's my friends made years ago. I'm not filled with dread at the prospect of being here for a year, and even my lungs are happier.