I live in a shoebox. Yes, my apartment is shaped like a shoebox. Hallway, little kitchen, little bathroom and little “other” room, where everything else is. It’s the living room/ bedroom…etc.
It’s cozy and i’m, as always, grateful for what I have, but my 10 year old daughter who still sleeps with me has been wondering what it would be like to have her own room. She has actually set up a space in our tiny closet where she can sit and draw or read. Cute but kinda sad.
My desire isn’t crazy, i’m not hoping for a mansion or anything, just a cozy house that’s big enough for the both of us and has a yard where she can play. Where i live now, there is no yard, no deck, no porch etc. Nada.
I suppose, if I really wanted to push it I would add that having laundry faciliies would be nice:)
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My shoebox
20 months ago
I must get out of this apartment
4 years ago
I hate it. I hate the bugs I can’t even identify. I hate the yucky electric stove. I hate the cranberry colored bathroom. I hate the plastic mold growing bathtub. I hate the neighborhood. I hate the fact that when I try to get some sleep Thursday night I am kept awake by the THUMP THUMP THUMP of the bass from the nearby strip club. I hate that the scumbags going to the strip club park in front of my apartment so their wives don’t see their cars in the parking lot. I hate that I live off a main road with no sidewalk so I can’t walk or rollerblade anywhere. I hate that all my in-laws have a key to my apartment and let themselves in as they please.
