When I moved into my apartment (my first very own home) I had big plans
for it. It was going to be the coziest, cutest, most comfortable
apartment — the apartment everyone wants to visit. And it was going to
happen instantly.
A year later, my plan is far from complete. Our couch and
chair do not match. I haven’t replaced the dresser yet. The painting to
go over the bed hasn’t been painted yet. And our dining room set? Still
waiting for that extra coat of varnish.
It was silly of me to think that it could go from a stark
white apartment to a warm and cozy home in a year’s time. To be honest, nothing is quite how I want it yet, except our Christmas tree. Four-feet tall and adorned with black, silver, and red ornaments and most importantly ... love.
It's perfect.
