Living in squalor in the most expensive building in Newark.

You wouldn't know it by looking at our plush apartment building. In fact I often have forgotten that it's an apartment, and when calling home will call our building a hotel. The valet and concierge are helpful enough to make us feel like we live in a 5 star hotel. But, when we walk into our apartment we are reminded that we are just starting out. Our make shift coffee table is made of cardboard moving boxes that James has strategically place together. We are still surrounded by boxes full of our stuff, because we have no where yet to store it. Despite all this, or because of all this, I am having the greatest time of my life. Currently James and I are watching the Olympics, eating "egg-in-a-hole" and drinking delicious coffee from our french press. We are living the life :)