So I got where I'm going and have forgotten why I was stressed in the first place about this. I love where I am and knew I'd love it. Biggest problem right now is sleep dep and the fact that after having unpacked and settled in it feels like I have almost nothing
I think I understand Georgia O'Keefe's fascination with clouds out of plane windows (no, that's not something I made up, look it up).
my room with all of "my" stuff in it. Seems empty.
the corner you can't see.
the oh-so-picturesque view out my window.
how I look after all this.
we have a kitchen thing
and a decently large common room.
I'd be happier if we weren't on the first floor, actually, so I could feel okay about opening the window. But ah well...