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.
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.
My Aunt’s house in Abuja, our long gone house in Maitama, and this flat in Washington, DC.
I used to get a cleaning service – Handy – to clean my bathroom once a month, and I loved that spotless feeling.
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.