City apartments are rough.

My first two places were both basements, because that's what you can afford these days if you're looking to live alone.

Third place, no lie. I had a window facing a brick wall only three feet away.

I was never looking for a spectacular view. I just wanted a decent window until last month,

then I got one. I moved in on December 1st to this super small but super decent apartment, only a few

minute walk from the subway. The main living space extended from the kitchen and a flimsy

sliding door separating that from a small bedroom. The main living space extended from the kitchen and a flimsy sliding door separating

that from a small bedroom. The east wall, the bedroom space, a floor-to-ceiling window. I mean,

sure, it only overlooked the dirty street ahead, small coffee place, huge community housing

building, but my God, the air, the sounds, the sunlight,

was perfect.

I know it's so shockingly affordable, right?

Don't make a note here that I've never been much of a horror movie person.

I never caught my interest.

So when I couldn't find any bug reports on the building,

I mean, it just seemed like a lucky break.

Anyway, after settling my debt with my moving helpers, six-pack of beer and a large pizza, obviously,

they were off on their way and I began putting together my home.

I started with the Wi-Fi and living space, so I began putting together my home.

I started with a Wi-Fi and living space so I could work to some tunes,

then unbox some stuff for the kitchen.

As I was sliding some plates into my cupboard, a knock came at my door.

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