When summer started, we moved for the third and hopefully last time this year. The apartment in HB had a frequent messy unwelcome guest and the house in LB was not.. hygenically sound. Ugh. It's a cozy little house in a triplex by Long Beach, and while it's not my dream house it's the first time I've felt like I really had a 'home' since I moved out of my mom's house.
I feel secure now in where I live and I can focus on other things. Plus I can DECORATE! Yaay!
I put this up today. It's like we're a family.
xx, LC