Leaving My First Apartment

They say home is where the heart is.

If that’s true, this tiny, 472 square foot apartment in downtown Washington, DC is where I’ve lived for the first four years since I moved back to America. Now that i’m moving, looking into companies to help me with it (a friend used, they’re not in my area but it’s a good yardstick to use) and the like, I can’t help but feel nostalgic.

I moved around a lot as a child, and save Abuja, this is the longest I have lived in one place, and it’s one of only three places that really feel like “home” to me. We don’t really know where we will end up next or how long we will stay there, so it is important for us to go and search for what is out there. Who knows, maybe your next apartment will be one of those New waterfront apartments in Downtown Newark, NJ or maybe mine will be! I doubt it for the moment, but as I said before, we don’t know where we will end up and that can be a good thing. We have multiple chances to make a home.

My Aunt’s house in Abuja, our long-gone house in Maitama, and this flat in Washington, DC.

The first time I stepped into my flat, I’ve loved it for it’s light.

Give me a shower big enough for two over a bathtub any day.

My favourite chair. The site of many a Netflix marathon.

I used to get a cleaning service – Handy – to clean my bathroom once a month, and I loved that spotless feeling. I know I got lucky too – some people I know across the country had to hire a pest control nampa idaho company to help get their messes under control. I’m a tidy person but you can’t help mess caused by unwanted pests so I’m glad that pests haven’t been a problem for me. Luckily I don’t have carpet either, because I would have had to hire some carpet cleaners london (or a company more local to my flat).

I live on that Elton settee

I bought the TV so I could use it as a computer monitor from across the room.

I had the most gorgeous view of both the US Capitol and the Washington Monument. You have to squint to see it, but it’s much bigger in person.

Curling up in my flat on a Saturday and treating myself to tea and biscuits aatnd my favourite show had to be one of my favourite things.

I can’t accurately put into words how much I love my flat, and how much this flat has done for me emotionally.

It’s been a haven from a hostile, cruel outside world that’s left me jaded, but not enough to scream with laughter in the silence and isolation of my beautiful, beautiful home.

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