I was talking with someone on Skype earlier today (side note: how amazing is Skype? I know, right?) and they mentioned that because it was always dark out when I Skyped (damn 3 hour time difference) they had no idea where I lived or what my apartment was like.
Let me tell you, I love my little apartment here. It's my little space and it's all mine (or at least it was before it was INVADED by boys a few weeks ago from England). It's in a great neighbourhood and every morning I wake up to the following:
* Roosters BAERR EEE ERRR EEE ERRRRRRRRRRRRRing
* Mosque calls to prayer-ing BAAAAALL EEEEEE AIIIII EEEEEEE AIIIIIIIII
* Children running for the school bus
* Reggae Afro beats pumping from who-knows-where-but-turn-it-down-already-oh-wait-is-that-Sean-Paul-turn-it-up-yeah
* SUN BRIGHT SUN BALL OF GAS SUN IT BURNS. I forget I wear an eye mask most nights for this very reason. My poor corneas.
* Sweat. We'll say no more.
Anyway, here's my apartment in photos. Please don't rob it and please don't make me leave here in ten days time...
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Introducing... Stevo-o the stove-o. I'm managing to not burn down the whole building - score! |
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My office at Beer O'Clock |
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Urgh. *Another* sunny day out my window |
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Dear burglars... Err I don't live here, I live next door yeah? |
So, this is my stop. I've never lived anywhere by myself alone before so it's funny but I definitely prefer being married and snuggling up on the sofa (although it's TOO HOT for snuggling here) so I'm sticking with the married thing :) Sorry Josh! I'm sticking with you!