a boy is moving in.

summer is officially here, and i have spent the past three days getting my apt. in order.

because, if you haven't heard, i'm getting married!

in 16 days.

and mr. lesley is moving in ya'll! 

whoop whoop.

as he's been moving his things in little by little and i've been cleaning and organizing like a mad woman, i've learned a thing or two...

-apparently hearts used in decor make an apartment too girly.

shocking, i know.

-a queen sized bed is awesome.

and waaay better than a full.

sir winton and i are loving the new addition.

-sometimes true love is allowing your future husband to put his massive far side collectors edition book on the coffee table. 

-throwing things away is kind of addicting.

-it feels good to say goodbye to my vcr. 

it was vintage, ok? 

don't judge.

:) 

-living by yourself is fabulous, but it can elevate your ocd-ness if you're a control freak like me.

i am learning the art of just letting things go. 

even if that means mr. lesley gets to put up his large 14er poster in our tiny apartment.

(deep breaths)

-and, most importantly, even when you're cleaning and organizing, personal hygiene is still of the upmost importance.

let's just say i looked like a crazy mess and even a hat can't cover that up.

good thing i was locked away from the world.

no one should go out in public looking like that.

so here's to the final stretch, a boy roommate, letting go, and staying clean.