…And yet, we’re more in love today than we were when we moved in in September.

I’m not going to lie, living with your husband’s grandmother during your first year of marriage doesn’t sound like a recipe for romance. And our sex life has suffered accordingly (sorry mom). BUT, today I am more in love with The Writer  than I was last week, or last month, or last August when we were painting our soon-to-be bedroom.  A few of you (Kelly) have expressed interest in seeing where we live. So here it is, in all it’s tiny-space glory. The back bedrooms at G’ma’s.

This is standing in the hallway, looking onto our living room/office (Layla is yawning, not growling)

My favorite part of our space are these great book shelves that were in my in-law’s garage. I have them organized according to the dewy decimal system.

Another bookshelf shot. Love them!

These are our desks. We both wear headphones when we’re trying to get work done because we’re so close together.

My desk. Where the magic happens.

And the bedroom. Where the magic usually doesn’t happen. This is taken from the doorway. Since we already had a king bed, there wasn’t a whole lot of wiggle-room.

And that’s it. Our two rooms. We like to think of it as European living (small spaces in exotic locations). I’m not showing you the bathroom, because that just seems weird. But if you’re wondering, it’s right next to The Writer’s desk.