Dress: Tulle via Lisa Likes
Coat: Magpie & Birdie
Jake and I have slowly been moving into our new place, carrying small loads so we don't have to move it all at the end of the month. It's sad to think that we'll be leaving our downtown apartment soon. I think it's been one of the best homes I've ever had, architecturally speaking. I'm not sure how much I've shared about it in the past, but now that I see a departure in our near future, I can't help but get nostalgic.
Before we moved in, our friend lived here for a few short months. I happened to be borrowing her exposed brick wall one day when a bat came in and hijacked our space. We fought it for a bit, eventually winning the match and dragging him outside. Our landlord told us that it's the oldest running apartment buildings in Little Rock, and being the history nut that I am, I reveled in this seemingly unprovable (to me) information. He said that the bricks were taken from the old Confederate prison when it was torn down. We always joked that the bat was a ghost of one of the Civil War soldiers.
We've lived here for two years with not a single bat problem. Then, over the weekend, one snuck in while I was away at work. If you follow me on twitter, you'll know that Jake fought it with a can of Oust and a frying pan. It took 45 minutes for the bat to fly out. Jake said it was terrifying because the bat was flying and swooping everywhere. The next day, I fought another bat with the same can of Oust and the same frying pan when Jake was away at his soccer game. Coincidence or Confederate soldier begging us to stay?
The house in the photos isn't our apartment or our new house, it's just a place a few blocks away that I always wished I could afford.