When Home is Sweet
It has almost been a week since William and I moved into our new apartment on Swanston street. And since last week my workload at school has multiplied times 50. City living is really nice. Especially when you don't have to take public transport to do anything essential like go bowling at 5am or go to the supermarket to buy raspberry biscuits. Both bowling and raspberry biscuits are right across the street and public transport literally drops you off right in front of my building. Unless I have to make the 41 minute commute to the uni, the train station is right around the corner.The apartment definately has its idosyncrasies, such as a triangle-shaped shower and a channel on television where you can watch people take money out of the ATM at the entrance to the building, but I must say the set of red pleather couches with deep purple piping the place came with are the best part. What's even better is when I wear a red shirt on a particular day and then come home and change into my red pijama pants and maybe my red slippers, I completely dispapper when I sit on the couch to watch television. Although the place still kind of feels like a hotel, home is starting to feel quite sweet.
posted by Dirty Flamingo @ 1:54 pm
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Haha, you've got to take a picture when you're on the couch, then we can play a game of "Where's Adrianne?"
Man, Where's Waldo was such a good book.
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