Home is where the heart (and your bed) is.

With Typhoon Mangkhut brewing in the distance, we’ve been busy prepping our apartment for the storm and making sure we’re ready to hunker down here for a few days if necessary.

We’ve brought in all the laundry that was hanging to dry on our balcony, stocked up on food, and made sure that we have plenty of water.  Our electronic devices are charged and we’re as ready as we can be for this super storm.

I’m hopeful that the intensity of the storm will diminish or that it will change course, but if not we’re grateful we have a comfortable place to ride it out.

It’s strange to think that we’ve only been living in this little apartment for one month, but even though it is lacking many of the luxuries we had in the US, it still feels like home. The kids are currently wrestling with each other at the foot of my bed and they’ve made a fort in the room they share. Brad is cooking in the kitchen and the scent of garlic is in the air. When I get done writing this post, I’m off to wash the dishes that fill our sink and take care of the other random household chores that I like to put off until the weekend.

When we first moved in last month, there were times I thought I might lose my mind. The apartment was dusty and hadn’t been cleaned after the previous tenant moved out. There was a funky odor emanating from the bathroom and a layer of grime on everything.

The kitchen is equipped with a dainty little fridge and a spartan gas stove, but there is no oven or dishwasher. (NO DISHWASHER!!!) We have a small, front loading washing machine, but no clothes dryer. (NO DRYER!!!!!)  The apartment is technically a 3 bedroom, but one of the bedrooms has been converted into a closet of sorts since none of the bedrooms actually have closets in them.

It took several hours of deep cleaning, a trip to Ikea, and lots of adjusting, but we’ve finally made this place our home.  We don’t spend a lot of time here — days at work are long and we like to spend our weekends out exploring our new surroundings — but it’s a comfortable place to sleep each night, which is really all we need.

2 thoughts on “Home is where the heart (and your bed) is.

  1. It’s always wonderful to hear from you Rachel! I had a friend who always lived around the country and he said “ Home is where you hang your hat”.
    Your place is adorable and like you said ,you don’t really spend much time there. Please tell Brad, Grady and Hadley Hello for me. Can’t wait till the next story!


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