My mom came over to my apartment the other day.
She was in the city for job-related stuff, by which I mean my mother may once again secure a job on my island and move back, well, home.
So anyway, my mom came over to my apartment for the first time ever -- not so grand a statement given that I've only lived here about a month -- and she gave it her seal of approval.
A better situation than my previous one, see. A good place to be.
My mom also approved of my recently framed Optimus Prime erotica. My mom thinks I'm classy.