I moved into a new apartment two weeks ago after subletting for 8 months. I can't tell you how nice it has been to unpack my boxes of books, hang up pictures that I love, and curl up in familiar blankets that are all my own. When I moved in, the walls were scuffed and the floors were muddy, so I have scrubbed from top to bottom, on hands and on knees. The kitchen needs a loving coat of paint. The living room needs a clock to keep one of the walls company, and a coffee table for half-read books and a jar that is shaped like an acorn. But this feels like the most Landing I've had in a year full of changing and growing, and it feels really, really nice. Here are a few pictures around this little house.