Welcome to our tiny-apartment just outside of Chicago! I have to be honest, I'm not a fan of a lot of elements of this apartment (the beige walls, the painted black couch, the orange-toned kitchen -- so not my style) but what I do love, is that it is ours. And I love that wherever we go from here, this place will hold such significance in our hearts as our very first place together.
I had attempted to take pictures of the apartment a few times since we had lived here (for this very post), but was unhappy with the results. I wanted our apartment to look perfect before anyone saw it. I didn't want to document it in a way that appeared anything less.
I put this post on the back-burner, secretly thinking it was never going to happen, until my my friend Grace and I were having coffee last week and she made a really good point. She said that it would be really interesting to see the way that our parents lived when they were our age. How comforting would it be to know that their kitchen was as tiny as ours was and that their couch was even uglier? Then she said, "Wouldn't it be cool to share pictures of our first apartment with our kids?" It was like a light bulb (of sorts) came on and I was head over heals for this idea. I didn't care so much about presenting my apartment as perfect anymore. I just wanted to document it how it is. And I hope that one day I can sit down with my kids and be able to share with these these, less than perfect, pictures of the place where it all started.