When I say “I live in an apartment,” you’re probably not picturing what I actually mean. What I mean is that I live in one of six three-room concrete structures that share a common aisleway.

After living in a bitchin’ NY apartment with a huge front porch and even huger yard stretching down to a forest for several years, this could be construed as a downer. However, I do have the added bonuses of semi-reliable electricity, running water, and a neighbor who brings me food all the time because she’s somewhat convinced I don’t know how to feed myself. Nothing like hot porridge when it’s raining at night, I tell you that.

This place rocks.