Friday morning I hosted my first breakfast - and it wasn't just me and my kitten! I woke up early, put on some James Taylor/The B-52's and made strawberry & coconut pancakes for a new friend and an old friend. The new friend even brought Vermont maple syrup like a local should. We sat on pillows in front of my window and laughed at my kitten (who's name is officially Rowan) for most of the breakfast. It was the perfect apartment- warming gathering and I can now really say this place is starting to feel like home.