Tiny Apartment.

Tiny Apartment

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It has been 6 months since my husband asked for a divorce. In 6 months time I feel so much has changed. As I sit here in my new tiny apartment I am drinking coffee while sitting on my new wooden bench. The sun peaks through the blinds reminding me the sun is now up and I am still awake. There is no rest for the wicked.

My apartment has charm. It is small but I have made it my own. I hate clutter there is no clutter. There is an open concept throughout the living room and kitchen which I love because I can make dinner and still hang out with my daughter. The kitchen is nice. I do not spend a whole lot of time in there though. I have two favorite parts of my kitchen. The first is above the sink. There is a window. When I wash dishes I get lost looking at the view. It is not much of a view but it is mine. My second favorite thing about my kitchen is right above that very window. It is a gorgeous light fixture. I call it my chandelier.

The living room is eclectic. My couch was left here from the last tenants. The entertainment system is my landlords. Now that I think about it the only thing that is mine is the guitar and the family photos. The whole apartment has the most beautiful hardwood floors. I like to say they are "blond". They are hard to clean but I still enjoy them.

My bedroom is small but it has ME throughout it. It is mostly black with pops of colors. An abbey road poster hangs carelessly on the wall. The room itself may be small but my closet is anything but small. I have a wall of shoes.

Marilyn hangs in every single room. 

Is it my home??? Will it ever be home??