We've been looking at a lot of houses lately.
Not in person; we aren't quite there yet. But with the wedding inching closer, as we begin to unfold the paper map of our future, it feels as though our tiny apartment walls are rapidly closing in on us. Our severe lack of storage space, which we once considered to be "charming," keeping us minimal with our intake of additional knick knacks and clothing, now makes me feel like I'm in a constant state of disorganization. Our proximity to night life, which planted us walking distance to bartaco and our new favorite wine bar, also gifts us obnoxious neighbors and lack of street parking on weekend evenings.