One of my favorite childhood memories has always been coming home from long family vacations and walking into the house late at night after driving all day.  Everything smelled so familiar.  I loved the feeling of finally curling up in my own bed.

After a lonnnggg stretch in Las Vegas for work this past week I have returned with a new-found appreciation for our comfy cozy apartment.  Love it, hate it, learn to live with it - this will always be the first place that Joe and I lived together.

So to express my momentary gratitude for our first shared space I snapped a bunch of pictures for the scrapbook I will never get around to putting together.

Side note--I want to set up shop in the aisles of Michael's and ask each person how it is they have time to do all these crafty things....

Stay tuned this upcoming week...I am bringing my camera to San Diego for another work excursion and cannot wait to get some shots of the city scenery!