there's no place like it.

i was kidding when i asked dom if the state of the apartment was going to make me cry when i got home on friday night. but walking in to the place, stuffed as it was with a tower of boxes that utterly obscured the floor, i came awfully close. it didn't, however, deter my excitement--friday was our first night in our new apartment, the first night of us officially living together (never mind the fact that we've been unofficially doing so for months, shuttling back and forth between our apartments), and i was over the moon.

the weekend that followed was a blur, a seemingly endless cavalcade of unpacking boxes and hanging hooks and assembling doorknobs and unleashing the shower curtain and buying the entire stock of bed bath and beyond. we have more books than we have shelving (by an obscene degree), and most of the pictures haven't been hung, and we're still marginally colonized by piles of boxes (empty this time, however)...but last night we finally managed to clean things up enough to enjoy our home, by relaxing on the couch with a home-cooked meal, a glass of wine and each other.

and it was good

it was actually idyllic enough to help us overlook the fact that cooking the meal had caused us to set off the smoke detector no less than three times.