Wow, that was fast.
You know, it's been about a year and 5 months since I moved
to New York City with my lovely fiancé. And as wonderful as his family is to me
and how much love I feel, I've never really had this feeling of being a part of
a home, my own kind of homely experience. Recently in my lovely home we've been
doing a bit of spring cleaning, well spring redecorating. While scouting about
for a new dining table in the furniture store, now let it go on record that I
am not exactly super amused by furniture, I found myself excited when my fiancé
and future mother in law had be sitting on chairs and asking my opinion. Call
it being an adult all you want but it's the fun part! Hahahaha.
Furniture.
Anyways, soon again we went back to the furniture to look at
new couches, and again I found myself bouncing on cushions, let the record hold
that I am quite childish when it comes
to furniture I love to play on it and pretend it's my own. I was asking about
pillows and comfort and how my butt sank into the couch and all that stuff and
it felt so good, I felt my opinion was so important. Like a little bit of me
was getting put into the house in the way of furniture. Almost aura like if
that makes sense.
Making this home my own.
This
lovely apartment is starting to feel more like I'm part of it rather than a
stranger as I've only been in New York City about a year and a half, but still,
I'm feeling like I'm making more memories and choices and fun times in this
apartment and I couldn't be happier, we aren't even done yet Cuties! It's
starting to feel like a home not just my apartment where I live with my fiancé
and mother in law.
Until next time Cuties(:
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