Where the Magic Happens

And by magic, I mean napping.

After residing at Rhodes for almost a month, I have finally cleaned my bedroom, which means that it is suitable for me to post some pictures of my new home! Though humble, my room serves its purpose of providing me with a space to make toast, do pilates, and sleep my required 7-9 hours per night. My room is also bigger than my first apartment in New York (this is possibly a slight exaggeration), so there is plenty of room for dance parties. Whose iTunes library has played Beyonce's 'Single Ladies' a total of 523 times? That's right, yours truly.

Without further adieu, here are a few pictures:





I also wanted to include a picture of the fire escape that we, the occupants of the third floor, are to utilize in case of a fire emergency.



Here's the kicker, it is not the staircase that is supposed to serve as the emergency fire escape. It's the rope. Rope, need I remind you, is a flammable object. That's problem number one. Problem number two: seeing as how I have absolutely no coordination or upper body strength, there's an 87% chance that if a fire actually occurs, I'm not going to make it alive. I will be leaving behind my Beanie Baby collection for you all to divvy up amongst yourselves.

I miss you all and hope you're doing wonderfully!
B