it's a bit past 10 on this lovely friday evening. i just got back from checking out my friend's new penthouse. her place is best described in one word: sweet. the fresh, long drapes, compact 'easy bake' style oven and marble bathroom tiles are chic. surprisingly, i feel at home in the remodeled downstairs of her parent's house. what was once a dirt-lined storage space, ideal for hide n go seek and home to multiple creepy crawlers, is now an upbeat, perfectly-lighted apartment for two. i'm impressed. it's neat how dirty, dark, messy places can be renovated, refurbished, and ultimately refined into something beautiful. (brimming with updated appliances and quirky yet personal accents, nonetheless.)
it's refreshing to witness that kind of change, especially when i had gotten so comfortable with the old setup.
oh, growing up.