4 Apocalypse Avenue, the Apartment; Late Sunday Afternoon.
There was a bit of sadness involved in returning to the island and her apartment and, eventually, to work, but there was also a bit of relief in it because, as strange as this place was, it was really starting to grow on Charlotte. It had been a long week, but a fun one, busy but mostly enjoyable, and it was certainly good to see the girls again, even if she found she had to hedge some of her conversations a little to avoid them thinking she'd gone insane in her exile from New York. She was happy to get back to things as...'normal,' though, especially with the next exhibit. So much work to do there!
But that could wait.
Had to wait, actually, until tomorrow.
Because, right now, the real question on Charlotte's mind as she settled in from the trip back was where she was going to put all the new stuff she bought. She really should have put in a third closet when she remodeled the place.
[[ establishy, but certainly open if anyone wants to swing by for a visit! ]]
But that could wait.
Had to wait, actually, until tomorrow.
Because, right now, the real question on Charlotte's mind as she settled in from the trip back was where she was going to put all the new stuff she bought. She really should have put in a third closet when she remodeled the place.
[[ establishy, but certainly open if anyone wants to swing by for a visit! ]]