These are tiles from Florence in the hallway to the bathroom. I bought my parents a tile that says beware of the cats in Italian at the same store.
And finally the kitchen - those are not my curtains. They came with the place.
Alcohol and Starbucks.
Alright, so that's the apartment. So where the hell are the packers? I kind of wanted to go into work today, and while they say they'd be here anytime between 8 and 5, the guy that did the preinspection last week said they'd be here early and only take about an hour and a half (how pathetic is that? My whole life can be packed up in an hour and a half).