I finally had to give up any hope of resuscitating our beloved kaffir lime leaf tree. She will be missed…
In anticipation of Spring, new life has sprung throughout our home.
My sister picked up two fiddle leaf fig trees for us which I’ve replanted in the old stomping grounds of our kaffir lime leaf and bird’s eye chili trees. The fig trees were a whopping $10 for both from Sprouts Farmers Market.
Aren’t they purdy?
They are my new obsession and hopefully, one day, they’ll grow up big and strong and take over our apartment like they did in this place in Elle Decor:
These window boxes have traveled with me far and wide throughout the last decade. I have had them since my second apartment in Downtown San Diego, which happened to be two doors down from my very first <200 sq. ft. apartment. Yep, <200 sq. ft. comprised of one room with a coat closet and a bathroom.
The best times were had in that tiny apartment. I managed to squeeze a queen bed, padded storage chest (which doubled as the guest bed), desk and buffet cabinet into the one room.
I even had a roommate.
Who incessantly did this:
Kashmir is his name and yelling is his game-o. :/
The 3.2 cu. ft. mini-fridge and the buffet cabinet, with rice cooker and hot plate on top and dinnerware, silverware and pantry inside, worked in tandem as the “kitchen.” I hosted dinners and cooked real meals in my Barbie kitchen. The folding coffee table doubled as the dining table. Grossly, dishes had to be done in the bathroom sink.
The 17″ monitor worked triple shifts as the computer display, Nintendo Wii Sports display and television display from the computer’s analog tv tuner. And when that wasn’t enough, the same Simpsons, Season 7 DVD set was projected on the walls. Every day, the two windows above the bed and storage bench welcomed the unwelcome aroma of Asian Fusion from the restaurant below. The view from the two windows would have made any mason proud.
My poor mother cried when she saw the apartment for the first time, asking what was so horrible at home that I would pay to live here? The comforts of home were no match for that first priceless taste of independence.
The second apartment was two doors down in the front of the building and three times the size – a staggering 600 sq. ft. Moving day was just me and Kashmir walking back and forth down the hallway with our stuff.
We’re moving on up, Mr. Jefferson!