Remember this?Back when our living room was all potential? I dreamed of a couch, a rug, that painting on the wall instead of the floor.
Well, now it looks like this:It still isn’t quite finished, but its potential is now a reality. It has taken us a long time to find (and afford) a couch that would fit into our tiny doorway but still be comfortable. (By the way, please excuse the wrinkles; it is still filling out).
Honestly, I couldn’t be happier. I walk in the door and it feels like home. Slowly but surely, we are turning this apartment into a place where we feel settled and happy.
What do you think?