Isn’t cozy just the kindest way to say teeny tiny? It is, it really is. But I swear, our new place is the coziest place I’ve ever lived. It’s also the smallest.
There are nice things, like the updated kitchen and bathroom, hardwood floors, and oversized windows. And there are quirks, like the second staircase which I’m fairly certain is going to collapse one day, the bedroom doorknob that doesn’t turn, and the sketchy fire escape that we are supposed to throw out the window and climb down in a fire (Yeah, from the 3rd floor. Um no.).
But here it is, our place.
I’m no interior designer. I’m nostalgic to a fault, a book hoarder, and (to quote N) I like trinkets. But the good news is, it may not be perfect but it feels like home.
