Apartment Love

My apartment has had quite the weekend. As have I. Friday night was a late one, as I hung out with my friend and her husband in my tiny abode until 3:30 or so before converting my living room into the guest suite. It’s official: my floor space is the exact shape and size of a queen-sized air mattress.

Saturday morning came far too soon. Post-breakfast, we went separate ways; they to a wedding, I to a family get-together.

My family doesn’t need a Family Day to find a reason to pile into someone’s home for a potluck meal and gift-opening. So every January or February, my mom’s side celebrates all the post-Christmas, pre-Easter birthdays. Mm, birthday cake.

Instead of just dropping me off last night, my mom decided to stay over. My Bed & Breakfast had its most successful weekend yet. Of course, it was another late evening, so while I loved my time with friends, family and Mom, I’m a little spacey at the moment. I’m anticipating a Super Bowl party to start blaring from behind my bedroom wall at any moment. Perhaps I, too, will sleep in the living room of luxury tonight.