I finally got out of my frigid slumpartment and into a cozy townhouse. It’s nice to have someplace larger, warmer, a place for new memories.
So it’s a Casa Grande townhouse. You may be thinking that this is a perfect opportunity for me to work on my Spanish, but it turns out that Casa Grande is largely an English-speaking community. Why is it named Casa Grande? I don’t know. Maybe the founders hoped for a different demographic.
My new place is much bigger than my old. I feel like the king of a third-world country. There is room to walk around, which was literally not the case before. I’m also going from a single diminutive closet to a whopping six medium-size closets. Six! This makes my reluctance to buy a laundry hamper look like genius — I have a dirty clothes closet now!
It’s also a lot warmer, and today is the first time I’ve turned the heat on. Last year at this time I had already quarantined myself to a tiny quarter of the apartment that I could keep at a reasonable temperature.
Needless to say, I’m very happy to be here. The only problem at this point is that I have to carefully space out my belongings so my home doesn’t look too bare. I may have to break down and actually buy things to fill it up.
Draw that picture yourself?
So now you have to spend even more money to fill up your new place. It just never ends, huh?
Yes I did.
Nice, I like it.