I took this from my bedroom window one night last week before bed. On a clear day you can see the whole north end of the city up to Roland Park and beyond. Its a great little apartment, just enough for one, functional and at least everything seems to work ok. The kitchen is definitely not large enough for all the cooking I do. Most of the time I wish I had a second fridge and more importantly more counter space. My windowsill has evolved into a secondary cooling rack for everything that comes out of my oven. Alas, I suppose these are the sacrifices I have to make to live in the city.
Some things I’ve learned about myself from living on my own-
1. I have not, am not, and never will be a tidy person! I like mess and it likes me. We live in a great symbiotic relationship.
2. But, that isn’t to say I am not a clean person. I’ve found that I’m scrupulously clean. (Vacuuming is so therapeutic.) And bleaching the hell out of stains is damn satisfying.
3. I don’t like it quiet. My TV is usually always on, and if not, then my Sound Dock. Maybe all this minimizes the voices in my head?? 🙂