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| Here's the building. |
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| the door inside |
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| Up the stairs... |
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| It's my door, Apt. 6. |
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| As we enter, the first room is the kitchen. |
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| Here's my awesome fridge. |
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| The dining table with a slowly dying Margot. |
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| A sliding door leads to the sunny balcony. |
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| But first we stop to see my little makeshift terrarium of new plant friends. |
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| My hammock gets to be loved again! |
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| Here's all but one of my full- grown, not-dying plant friends. |
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| From this balcony you can also see some chairs on pavers arranged like an awkward sea turtle without back legs. |
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| If you turn right coming through the front door, you see the living room. |
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| A better view of said living room. |
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| This is an extremely comfy sofa. You can't see it in the picture, but above the sofa are some pictures of artifacts and ruins. |
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| End table #1 houses Nigel, the armadillo, the little squishy pig thing, and some other friends. |
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| End table #2 has some writing utensils, a lamp, and my favorite of my sculptures. |
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| The center table is decked out in cribbage, coasters, and a happy-smelling candle. |
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| Across from the sofa is Elaine, my circle chair, and the leasee's huge TV. |
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| Off of the living room is the shady balcony. It just has a chair. |
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| As you can see, it was rather windy this morning. |
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| Past the living room is my bedroom. |
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| Storage area with rapier stuff, music stuff, art stuff, books, and miscellany. |
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| The bedside table has earrings, another happy-smelling candle, and various other things. |
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| As usual, my clothes are arranged chromatically. |
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| Yoda watches over Harold, Millie Mae Maude, and I as we sleep. |
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| The creepery mirror and shelf used to hang on the wall, but they fell. I still need to fix the mirror frame. |
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| The last room is the bathroom. It's not very exciting. The shower is out of the picture. |
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| The nicely organized sink doesn't stay nicely organized for long. |
That's it. I didn't post every single detail of the interior, as that would have been a little tedious, but this is a pretty thorough overview of my summer dwelling. I'm loving living on my own. After these months, I'm not going to be looking forward to going back to the dorms. I'm excited about eventually having my own place long-term. There are so many thing I'd love to do that just aren't practical right now, like more extensive decorating and growing my own herbs and vegetables. I guess I'll just have to wait another year or two. With as quickly as college is flying by, that won't be long at all.