… with my apartment. Seriously, I love my apartment. It just has this amazing vibe that I really can’t describe. At home, I catch myself at times grinning for no other reason than that I love being in this space. I still have quite a bit of decorating to do to make it more homely which will mean more trips to IKEA, which is probably why I have been putting it off. I’m all IKEA’ed out. I would be quite happy never to see another allen key for as long as I live. Still, even in its state of semi-decoratedness, my apartment still exudes this sense of home. I can’t recall another place in which I have felt so at peace. I feel my apartment should have a name, but what it is I don’t know, she hasn’t told it to me yet.
Does anyone else feel the same way about the place where they are currently living? And have you ever been crazy enough to name your apartment/house?