Right now I'm living in my parents' upstairs guest room. (Also known as my brother's old room when we were growing up.)
This is how it looked for about 3 weeks. I didn't want to unpack because I thought I was moving into the apartment soon. It seemed easier to live out of boxes and suitcases then unpack/repack twice. Not a fun feeling, though.
Now this is how it looks once I realize I won't move into the apartment and my mom forced an unpack upon me. (I'm stubborn, I had a good cry about the unfairness of the apartment situation and a stubborn attempt to find a replacement apartment.) This is the desk area with Poe's glowing eyes. I am sitting there RIGHT NOW!
My hastily attempt at making a bed and all my brother's artwork still on the walls. Oh! And a TV with cable! Haven't had that in months. I've been enjoying all these cool shows I missed like Storage Wars, Extreme Couponing, etc.
Thumbs up for my own bathroom!
It's not too exciting, but like Biz pointed out in my other post, at least I can stash some cash in the meantime I'd otherwise be spending on rent.
So, there it is - my home for ...the next few weeks? ...the summer? ...the next few months? Who knows!? Hopefully the house will sell soon, Johnny can come out here, then we can move into our own place together. Because I'm really starting to miss him. :(