Feels like home.

It's been a while since I've shared much about our humble little home. I didn't want to show anything until it was done. But it's still not done and I just can't wait any longer. I'm hoping to find the perfect coffee table and the perfect somethings to accompany the spray-painted mask, but I've come to realize that finding the perfect takes some time. Especially when on a budget. So here we are. An imperfect little livingroom. But a livingroom I am quite proud of.

Sometimes it can be such a challenge to make a small rented apartment reflect your style. Luckily our landlord has been super accommodating and trusts my sense of design. So he let me pick out the floor. And I can paint the walls any color I wish. I'm sure he was thankful to find the living room white after he discovered the teal and white horizontal stripes all over the bathroom walls (more on that later!).

I am so glad that our apartment is shaping up the way it is. And that the style reflects a bit of both of us, of Adrian and me. It feels like home. However temporary that home may be.