Count Your Blessings

My apartment is currently occupied, so R and I are staying elsewhere in Brooklyn via AirBnB. (Full disclosure, I am also an AirBnB host.) And it’s a really cute place – exposed brick, roof top, sunlight in the bedrooms. But overall, it just doesn’t hold up against my apartment – I really, really, really love my apartment. (‘Our’ apartment if you want to get all technical.)

It’s the small perks like being on the backside of the building and not having to listen to street traffic. It’s having giant patio doors as windows that open onto a balcony (albeit a tiny one that’s barely wide enough to fit chairs). It’s the fact that my faucets get hot as soon as you turn them to hot, and the shower has real pressure behind it. It’s the benefit of having a multiple closets! I could go on. No really I could, R and I went on for a good while.

Sometimes we complain about the rent, or the fact that they might be raising it on us, but honestly, I don’t care. I love my apartment and I’m grateful we found it right when we did.

Count Your Blessings