This morning I woke up in a bed, in my bed, sat up and looked into a beautiful room filled to the tits with broken down boxes and two bicycles (two bicycles in the same room again?!?!? It cannot be! Yes it can) and two giant golden windows that span from floor to ceiling and plants in their rightful spots and a fakey fireplace. Ohmygoodness, it feels good to be home. I have been waiting to type that for a very long time. It feels good to be home. (Liza you will shit).
It feels good to be home. It feels good to be home. It feels good to be home.
This is my home. Better quality photos to come post Montreal.