I’m on the floor of my new apartment. No bed yet. Makeshift desk made from the remains of a dresser until I can find a suitable drafting table. And yet, it’s home. All my clothes are finally hung. My art supplies are in order. And tomorrow I head out for paint and curtain rods.

It’s always a bit strange being in a new apartment. If you shook my room, it’d rattle. But eventually, the blank spaces will fill and it won’t feel so insubstantial anymore.

Tomorrow, at least my air mattress and my new camera are supposed to arrive. At last: PICTURES.

Sleepy. I’m looking forward to finally being able to get to work tomorrow.