I'm not getting married.
I haven't met any men.
I just happen to be watching Father of the Bride.
I am signing a lease for an apartment on Thursday. That's like a 12-month marriage, right?
The good things: location, location, location. price, price, price. utilities are included [except electricity]. and the building's safe [you're welcome, mom and dad]. hardwood floors. windows. character.
The bad things: teeny, tiny, itsy-bitsy. tiny kitchen. tiny. small. dainty.
OK, here's the floorplan:
Sorry for the crappy cell phone pictures.
Micro-kitchen. Yeah, that has 20 inches [TWENTY INCHES] of counter space.
So, basically it's tiny. It's going to be all about storage. At least I think it's going to be all about storage. Here's my plan:
I think I'm fairly close to scale, but I can't figure out how there can be that much space at the foot of the bed, so that's probably off. Also, by "Hank's room" I mean "the space where Hank's litterbox will be." I got him a fantastic new litterbox and I love it and I will tell you about it asap.
Don't worry, you'll get the play by play on things coming together. I only have a deposit down so far. In the immortal words of Magalicious, "It's not a trailer."