Home is where friends sleep on couches

Home-improvement projects consistently side-track me from other important tasks, like sleeping and, lately, blogging. Regardless of decor and the constant need to refresh, a home is only worth the company it keeps and the living that occurs within those walls. This weekend, our little apartment transformed itself into a home. 

The nest became a revolving door and crash pad for guests and city dwellers alike. Chalk it up to the new rug, fresh flowers, belly-aching laughs, an endless beer supply or sleeping friends scattered across the living room floor, but the apartment was welcoming and alive. I'm leaning towards good company. 

So Saturday night as I climbed the stairs to view fireworks, I finally felt at home for the first time in six months surrounded by friends old and new with this gorgeous view.

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