Our little apartment is finally becoming a home that we can be proud of.  We have nice things and tons of space.  We’re even slowly accumulating storage space (dressers, bookshelves, etc.) to do away with the clutter that was our house before we moved here.  Perhaps at some point I’ll retake the pictures I originally took of our home (because we have so much more in it now) and link them here.

It’s nice to have a place that I can happily call home for the rest of my life.  I enjoy the stability of moving because we wanted to and not because we had to.  Before I met Master, I was always moving because I could no longer afford to live where I was.

And I’m writing again.  Not just erotica, though I have been working on that.  I started a self-imposed exercise in which I hear or see something and try to write a couple of stories that have that specific thing in them somewhere. The current sound I’m working with is the clink of coffee cups.  It sounds boring or stupid, but I’m really enjoying it.  I’ve got two short pieces written already.

I got slapped last night for giving Master a dirty look.  Usually, my eyes tear up a bit, He says whatever He’s going to say and then it’s over with.  This time, however, I went into a bit of hysterics.  When I finally calmed down, I apologized, but I still felt like the worst person on Earth.  I plan to be more careful about my facial expressions from now on.