I love my apartment. I truly, truly do. I share it with an architect (female), and a guy who works with a construction company who is never home. Unfortunately, said guy is planning a move outside of the city and closer to his girlfriend.
We each have separate full-baths, so we never fight about whose nasty hair is clogging the sink. We live three blocks from the metro, Giant, dry-cleaners, and have at least 5 bus routes to services our area. It's located a mere 20 minutes by bikes from the White House.
We have a cool-assed dining/living space with tons of light, bohemian furniture, and a nice TV corner. We have the cutest bricked-in yard, a roof space with 2 barbecues, and lots of cooking utensils. To top it off, we have a washer and dryer, and a dishwasher.
So why is it that we've advertised for our house four times and are completely unsuccessful at getting a renter? Could it be that the rent is expensive for the area? It's not exactly
I'm starting to think that I'm not cool enough, or I smell. Sigh, I'm going to start to buy strong bath salts.
3 comments:
Your apartment looks beautiful! I'm glad you're blogging again.
Yay! You're blogging again!
I love your apartment too! I've told all my friends here how nice it is! If only we could have places like it in central London for that rent...
I wish you'd warn us when you start blogging again!
Do a lot of people come to visit your flat? Maybe you should walk around in a bikini.
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