Driving on the 17 wasn't as bad I thought it would be. The lovely
pygopagus and I got into Santa Cruz around 8 I think. It was surreal, being back and driving myself, listening to Radiohead as I pulled up to my very own flat. We unpacked a little, then ate pizza and sat around chatting with my friend Jeff and his housemate, and
pcmaho. It was nice to see my friends <3. The next morning my bed was delivered around 9:00 AM, then Bunny and I decorated/unpacked.
So, I'm pretty psyched about my new bed.
oh, the sliding glass doors are kinda really cool
and here's the kitchen, because i thought it was cute. Tea stuff.
also, we have a fuckton of magnetic poetry.