This is the place I’ve been inhabiting for the past three weeks, and at this point feels like home. It feels like my own space. I can keep things as tidy or as messy as I choose. I can open the window and feel the nice cool evening air. I never have to wonder which drawer anything is in, and I don’t have to wonder what state the kitchen will be in when I come home.
It is rather nice.
I inherited a couch from the previous teacher (as well as a yoga mat and a guitar missing one string)- so that’s a nice bonus.
This is where the blogging magic happens.
This apartment has more storage space than I’ll need!