Home Sweet Apartment

Alas, I'm no boat-wife or yurt-wife or shipping container-wife or underground house wife or trailer wife or even just a house wife. Just plain new apartment wife. Alas. Did I already say that?

You see, our couch just would't fit in the boat door.
We believe we might own the largest couch on the island. Definitely the largest fake leather couch on the island. Our backs will never be the same.

On the positive side, we've got 2 stories, a new view of mountains, ocean and shipping containers, and we shaved at least 5 minutes off our walk to the store! In case we get lonely for our old apartment, we can just look out the window and wave to our old neighbors.

And the highlight of it all, Buck is back. It really is a home now. PBR thinks he is 3/4 hilarious and 1/4 terrifying.