I could have easily called this post "My Apartment. Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Accept That My Landlord Won't Let Me Paint my Walls." I have an all white apartment, with the exception of the pale taupe tiles and the wood kitchen cabinets. For the first six months or so of living here I hated the aesthetics. But, one day I walked in the door and felt that over-whelming sense of Home that comes from having a place you love, despite all of its flaws. Ever since then, I've begun to love the yellow wood of my apartment, and the stark white of my walls. Instead of fighting the things you can't change, you might as well embrace them, it's a whole lot more fun.
via Remodelista
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