The impossibly tiny apartment

"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And you are the one who'll decide where to go." -Dr. Seuss

Well, Dr. Seuss, I decided to pack up all my stuff from home only a couple of days after graduating college and move three hours away from everyone and everything I knew. Talk about mildly traumatizing. The only thing more traumatizing was the fact that all of my stuff had to fit in this 600-square-foot apartment with little to no storage space. Not to mention the fact that I was on a very strict budget from just starting life on my own. Think: lots of ramen noodles and canned ravioli.

So, to set the stage for upcoming posts in my newer, larger apartment, I thought I would lay out some history:

As you can see, I was living a pretty minimalistic life and was perfectly content to do so. However, over time, my interest in making a space more unique, vibrant, and creative has increased exponentially. Some would call this taking on more of a "housewife mentality" while I would just call it growing up and becoming more awesome.

Fast forward about a year and you'll find me (and Alex, Misty, and Tuukka) in a larger, more open, slightly slanted old farmhouse apartment. In addition to having 400-square-feet more to decorate and mess around with, we also have a much larger bathroom, a spare bedroom, and a long hallway. Here are some pictures from the (cold) day we signed our lease back in April:

Stay tuned: the real fun begins soon!