Unpacking

Meet my nemesis. Unpacking.

I refuse to do it. I think I ended up living out of these suitcases on my floor for the next week -- all through orientation.

I'm back in my apartment. It feels really, really nice. I love this place. It's home. My bed is home. I am home.

Woodshed for dinner, exhausted beyond words.

It's a weekend full of Downton Abbey.