My First Apartment

For some reason the last few days I have been thinking about my first apartment.

It was a studio and furnished with hand-me-downs (in the days when you were glad to get them and didn't just go to IKEA or Dollarama and buy new stuff) and discards picked up on the street from people's garbage (amazing what a bit of paint can do).  It was on the expensive side but was in a nice building in a good neighbourhood and had an unobstructed view over the city.  And it was quiet - I never heard a sound from any neighbour.

I was very happy living there.  I left only because I decided to go to graduate school and needed to save money.

I have lived many places since then but I don't think I have ever been as happy with my residence.