Our apartments are a mess. Both of them. One has barely enough stuff to merit living there (which is the one we're living in) and the other has everything we could possibly need, except a couch and plates (and that's the one that we're not living in). Other than a little confused, a little bruised and a little tired, we're pretty pumped that we're rounding out our life in this city, and moving onto new and different things in the next city (ok, pumped / scared shitless... same thing, right?).
I was going to do a 30 for 30, but we're only living out of suitcases for about 25 days, and I lost track of what clothes ended up where. I pretty much am getting dressed one day at a time, and allowing myself a minimal clothes budget for stuff I need that I don't have. I'm pretty sure I have underwear. I'm pretty sure I forgot socks. I'm also pretty sure that the only black pair of dress shoes I have here, despite using black as my dominant neutral in my capsule, has super uncomfortable party shoes.
And so today, you get to see my misshapen ballet flats!