It's funny how when you first move into a new place, it doesn't feel like home until you add your personal touch. Until you've cuddled up on the couch 382 times, until you've laughed, cried and ran around naked.
I don't know when it happened exactly but I have started to feel like California is home. I told Evan, "I think I'm starting to fall in love." Love doesn't mean feeling blissful 24/7. It means I've created experiences to draw upon. Smells to lock away in my brain for future reference. It means I've gotten angry and yelled at California and it means I've wanted to hug it, kiss it and squeeze its face.
I started taking pictures of our apartment which has started to feel like home.
Here are some pictures...
My favorite kind of flowers are orchids.
My Grandma made these many years ago. When I was at my parent's house for Christmas I told my mom that someday I would love to have one. For my birthday she sent me both. I have them on a wall in my kitchen to always remember her.
A simple painting I did for a California feel.
My challenge is to keep our plants alive and keep them away from Lula because she loves
to chew the leaves.
My mom made the decorated wine bottle. It is a lamp! I love to plug it in at night
for a soft glow.
I love finding little jewels of furniture in California. There are so many
unique vintage shops.
Evan's touch
It's ok to feel like you have two homes. :)
To make this I just printed off a map of LA from my computer, stuck it in a cool frame
and vuala!
I love our bedroom.
All the artwork in our apartment is either a photograph or painting by Evan, myself
or a friend.
Uh-oh...
Luuuuulllaaaaa!!!!!
