It is bare. Yes. I am living alone in this apartment for almost five years now, but it is still bare.
I was invited by Urban Compass to participate in a new project of theirs called Starter Stories, wherein a few select bloggers were asked about their first place.
Urban Compass is a real estate platform that connects folks searching for apartments with the neighborhood that matches their personality and taste for finding NYC apartments.
I started living alone in May 2011, around 7 months after I got my first regular job. Most of the stuff here were given by my father: an old tv, table, chairs, LPG tank, coffee maker.
I never bought and wouldn’t be buying any furniture because, first of all I was the thrifty kind of housekeeper. When you were self-supporting, you tend to track down and think twice to where you would spend your next pay check.
And besides, I was the only one living here. All that I needed were a bed (actually just a mattress), a table as work space, and a chair.
Secondly, I always thought of this place as something temporary, so I wasn’t dressing it up that much. I dream of course of giving myself my own permanent home someday. Yeah, someday.
But I also never thought that something temporary would produce permanent and lasting memories.
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