My Place

So the whole moving thing ended up being a bit of a saga... after spending the day at Ikea and other various overwhelmingly fun discount houses, we arrived to find that the whole ('whole' meaning all 20 metres squared, including entrance and bathroom) place was really grossly dirty and full of 'stuff' from the previous tenant. Example:



U can't really see the dirt and fluff and hair and scunge, but trust me, its there...



especially in the bathroom, which Alicia, the life saver, volunteered to clean!



while i replaced the plants...



my entranceway



ta da, this is what it looks like now! (More my colours, don't you think?!?)



and appreciate my penthouse view from the bed (i do)






My little funky bathroom was refurblished down to the toilet seat and paper-roll holder (which I'm sure the more perceptive of you noticed).



My 'kitchen corner' which means I don't have to venture down the corridor to the meaty wafts coming from the communal kitchen generously shared between 10 rooms (u can imagine, i can't bring myself to take a photo just yet)



relaxing on my first night (note the aussie map, it was there already, which was the deciding factor in my decision to live here).



the view from my 9th story balcony, which, by the way, i climbed over from the next door neighbours at 10 pm when i locked myself out, just in case the balcony door was unlocked. it wasnt.



It's worth it for the great view over the 'bos' park towards Schiphol airport though!