King Street

As I attempt to pack up my belongings, it has just now hit me what a cute little place I have here.  Suddenly I don't really want to leave. Oh, but I do. Don't I?
I'm going to miss my little kitchen though it has proved to be impossible to keep clean- and my little spice rack- oh and my King street window!! I'll miss my wall of post cards and paintings and if I really really think about it, I may even miss my prison-style shower. Maybe. Something about it is kind of...rustic.

 

Ok, maybe I won't miss the shower.