Today is the second anniversary of moving into my little apartment in Vermont. Still loving it here. Just returned from getting a two-week supply of vegetables from the farmers market. About to take my near-daily mile walk to the little coffee shop I frequent, for a black eye (coffee with two shots of espresso), and time with Angelica, the proprietress, and her two-year-old daughter, Brooklyn. Life is good.
The stuff in the upper photo below is what I took in my car from the house when my wife kicked me out. I lived with that for two weeks in my brother's house, while finding the apartment. I picked up a truckload more of stuff soon thereafter.
Stuff in New Apartment
Walmart Run to Outfit the Empty Place