…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.
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.