My apartment itself is a two-bedroom dream nestled at the
top of a six-floor walk-up, made entirely of concrete so everything is very
quiet. I've heard my neighbour's washing machine once during my time here,
other than that I pretty much just assume they exist. Here are some pictures of
my place (but keep in mind that I took these as soon as I moved in… now there
aren't suitcases lying around and there are more things on the shelves, and those
‘things’ are mostly Oreo cookies).
Here’s the living room: spacious although seldom used. I
haven’t turned on the TV yet, and the couch is a… different… design, but I
appreciate the light and breezes provided by the giant window. Also, it’s
possible that I hang laundry to dry on the overhead light fixture.