Home sweet home. Akemi and I agree that the clock really ties the room together (dude). The living room is done, and school has begun. But all I want to do is smash those drums all day, every day. Don’t get me wrong, schoolin’ is pretty great already, just one week in, but I’ve always felt a strong connection with loud noises.

As you can see, my bedroom is far from complete. Note the lack of clock on wall. My sock collection, however, continues to thrive. I’m convinced that the floor is more comfortable than a bed could ever be.

11 months without real structure or purpose in life will do weird things to a person. It can be a struggle convincing myself that certain everyday things are actually meaningful (we’re buying organic dish soap, class starts at 9am); conversely, it’s pretty easy to remind myself how beautiful life can be.