After a few months back, I’ve settled in finally. I moved into Jessika’s former basement studio apartment, and it’s a really good situation for me. The landlord/owner lives on the 2nd floor of this house-turned-apartments, and he is very laid back and quite the nice guy. This is a dream come true since my previous apartment manager a nagging crazy lady who always asked for rent checks 5 days early.

There is a small, yet quaint, patio in the front with ivy hanging from the surrounding walls and fence. Don’t mind the dirty patio furniture, it came with the apartment along with the full-sized bed, vintage wooden file cabinet, and something that appears to be from a dentist’s office. The kitchen walls and cabinets are all knotted wood, which I hated initially but grew to love. The kitchen is so big, I was able to use part of it as my office/work area and still have enough room in the middle to practice my sweet dance moves.

With the addition of the Ikea couch (which was a bargain via Craigslist), side table, and television (courtesy of Neal’s mom, gracias!), I feel much more at home. I just need a coffee table and maybe a small rug to pull everything together. I love this apartment, and even though the rent is month-to-month, I don’t think I’ll be leaving anytime soon.