Here's the architectural plans:
And my crude powerpoint additions:
One full Saturday and four carloads later, the apartment looked really---well, rough. Here are some photos of what the place looks like right now, after oodles of unpacking and nearly blowing my 40 hours on Pandora in one weekend:
Yeah, I'm a plant lady. It's confirmed. And pay no attention to the wonky-looking dying one...it's a calla lily that according to online sources I'm just supposed to let keel over, and then I put it in a dark place for six months, and then bring it out again to grow and blossom.
Door to the bathroom (sorry about the blurriness) ---the last three pictures were taken in the exact same spot; shoe rack and bed to the right, door straight ahead, and bathroom to the left
-KitchenAid Mixer (nope, not waiting until I get married to get this one, despite the plethora of suggestions that this is the easiest way to acquire this item)
-more cookie sheets and drying racks
-more Pyrex glass containers
-air popper (for popcorn and movie nights!)
Other items include a bed (oy. They let me borrow a twin bed, and while wonderfully nice of them, it's time to buy my own bed), BRAND NEW SHEETS, cause ya'll, I am so done with these faded lavender XL twin sheets, a desk/table, chairs, and most likely a bookcase of some sort. But right now---it's just lovely to be somewhere myself, even if my plants are all scattered on the floor, dishes I need to wash are piled on all of the countertops, and I have a bottle of vodka acting as a door stop. Welcome home.