bye, apartment.

This past year, my friend Shaylah and I made the cutest little home for ourselves in Astoria, Queens. Other than being on a busy street full of LOUD delivery trucks, horns being honked, and rumbling motorcycles at all hours of the day and night, I loved our apartment. I'll miss my fire escape, the tree outside my window, the Dunkin across the street, and the bagel place a few blocks down. So this bagel place, appropriately called Bagel House, is cash only. The first time I stopped in there, I was only looking for an iced coffee. "Oh, we are cash only," the owner said as I tried to hand him my debit card. Whoops. Trying to find cash he said, "Don't worry about it! Just come back tomorrow, I trust you. People always come back." The iced coffee was exactly how I like it, and I went back the following day, and then the day after that, and the day after– you get it. I love the bagels, the coffee, the employees, and the owner's very Greek mother. It's the little things, like the bagel place, that make a neighborhood feel like home. 

I'm so excited to move, hopefully to an apartment with a bit more counter space, but I'm sad to be saying goodbye to this one. 

Pillows are so fun to pick out.

Recognize this print? It's the one Monica has above her television in Friends. I love Friends...

My favorite spot, out on my fire escape on a nice day, laptop or book in my lap and a cider sitting next to me.