“This is home. Sorry it’s a mess, but I’m allergic to cleaning. Well, except for the kitchen and bathroom. I’m not completely gross.” My new neighbor let us into her apartment, and I was in love with the way she decorated. It suited her to a t. Unique artwork hung on the walls, brightly colored paintings that matched the tattoos covering her skin. She was right about the clutter. There was barely an empty spot on the tables, most of them filled with miniature Asian sculptures and bonsai plants. What struck me was how homey it felt, very comfortable and lived in.
“Have a seat and I’ll pour us a glass. Merlot okay?” She asked. I nodded and sat on a dusky purple velvet couch. Moments later she sat next to me and lifted her glass.
“A toast; to new neighbors and friends.” Her smile was so hug
