Apt. C

It's true...I am now a renter. I have an apartment. The wedding is still a month and a half away, but this weekend Joy and I began the move-in process. We start paying in December (dang, Chicago is expensive...), but they decided since the place is open, they might as well let us have it in November to move in. Really, it will be so great to get is at least a little bit organized and set-up before the wedding. It's a little ghetto, the building's a little old, but I really think it's gonna be great. It's kinda spacious, has a big kitchen, good storage, two bedrooms, and even a little a balcony.

This is what my life has become: the highlight of my weekend was that Joy and I found a couch and loveseat that we both liked and could afford. I know, this is not exciting at any level of your existence, but when you've been to countless furniture stores (and, honestly, all of them are somewhat sketch) and have had disagreements (arguments?) over end tables and fabric choice, you realize that your life has changed whether you like it or not.

My wish is that people will come and visit. Our floor space is your floor space (at this point, there are no beds...), so come and visit. Through the sketchy front door, up the breaking staircase, and then into our little home. We'd leave a light on, but at this point, there are no lights. Hey, at least there's a couch you can sleep on.