1) This is Kim, who I lived with for a couple of months in
2) I loved that our toilet had a window on it, even though it was
too small to see through. Presumably it was
there so someone could notice the light on from the outside and avoid the
embarrassment caused by premature door-opening.
I'm not entirely sure why it appealed to me so much, but it was the
first thing I latched on to when I arrived.
"Ah," I thought, sleep deprived and not really seeing the
world terribly well, "now I am in a truly civilised country."
3) I was nearly flattened by a truck the first time I saw one
of these. The public art I was exposed
to in
4) The apartment I lived in was fab. (See entry #7.) The reasons for liking it were manifold. It was near a pink supermarket that sold lots
of fun stuff. It was much more spacious
than I had been led to believe possible in
5) Here's me being a giant again in the bathroom. Note the low basin. Note the back-breaking stoop. It was all good.
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