miffy

And so ends my San Francisco life... at least for 6 months. I'm in my new apartment, unpacking life, getting groceries, swearing to be a house that always have much to offer in the way of beverage choices to guests. My bed was set up immediately, my closet organized yesterday, my bathroom stuff all emptied out (everywhere it shouldn't be) his room is a mess, the living room is a warzone, the stairs are storage, and the loft is hiding everything we don't want people to see.



everything comes together, everything falls apart. It's like ikea furniture. Things don't really fit together and it's all a bit shoddy. All you need is one of those allen wrenches.