My house

I want to call my new home a flat, because that’s the most accurate description. It’s teeny, but cozy and I like it much more than I thought I would. It’s located behind an auto repair shop, which is not nearly as seedy as it sounds, and about two seconds away from school. My commute it enviable.

The strangest part of the place is the bathroom. There’s no shower a literal sense, rather there’s a shower head affixed above the sink. A glass half empty kind of person would see it as a small toilet with an inconvenient shower, but I prefer to see it as a large shower that I can pee in without feeling gross.