Neens, I will try to be sensitive about your current debacle. But having been one of your besties for a good, oh, twenty to thirty years now, I know that not many can rival your insatiable Craiglist-scouring abilities. You, dearest wyfe, are an apartment-finding, web-searching, insta-emailing, house-touring force to be reckoned with.
But seriously. My first ever one-bedroom apartment is the sunniest, happiest place on earth.

Take a couple steps further and oh, you're in the dining/living room! There is a round wooden table for you to daintily sit or eat at (choice of four matching chairs) or a large green couch for you to rest your weary bones on. Perhaps you are too tired to read but not yet sleepy enough to retire for the evening. No problem - would you like to watch a movie? Open the top drawer of

Ok we've spent enough time dilly dallying. Let's get down to business. Walk past the kitchen through the entryway and - gasp! - what is that you see? A bedroom! Look past the gigantic cloud bed on your left and you shall see an enormous built-in drawer system with so many drawers that you literally have two empty drawers that are just waiting for you

Now let us take a walk into the next room and you will find yourself a delightfully pristine bathroom, complete with a large shower whose stream reaches far beyond the width of your shoulders and starts high above even the tallest of humans. As you let the duck bath mat tickle your toesies, take a look at convenient full-length mirror on the wall, notice the stealthy cabinet mirror system, delight in the ceramic giraffe toothbrush holder, and gasp at the storage space in three corners of the bathroom allowing you to shelve three tiers of bathroom supplies, socks and undies, and even the vacuum cleaner for cripes sakes.
And there you have it. A walk through my House of Sunshine. I'm so happy you could take my tour on this, the second week of my living there. Come again, sire! Come again, m'lady!
Good day to you.

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