Home, sweet

Away from my new apartment for a whole weekend! I always enjoy returning home from a few days' away, and last night it was even better than it used to be. It's a good apartment for Sunday night relaxation/preparation for busy work week: calm, quiet, clean, mine.

(There are, of course, noises I could live without. Now it's the sound of the upstairs bed creaking. Is this really how apartment living is supposed to be - you know whenever your neighbors are getting it on? Or do I really just have bad luck with neighbors who are unusually loud? (Or, in this case, have extraordinarily loud beds?))