So. It's that time again. Where I run away from home to go have random adventures in who knows where because experience. Well, that's not entirely true. We do know where. I'm in Turkey, in case you haven't heard. And I'm exhausted, because I just got in yesterday. And will probably get more exhausted, because I'm working 45 hours a week. Buuuut, some people are upset I haven't posted pictures yet.
Please realize I literally:
a) got off a plane
b) got in a car
c) spent the night in my apartment
d) got in a car
e) went to work
f) went home.
And now it's now. Where do you expect all those pictures to come from? Besides, I don't speak the language, so I will have no luck convincing anyone I'm not a tourist if I walk around with a camera stuck to my face. And I don't do well being treated like a tourist.
Anyway, because people were so insistent, the following are a series of pictures of my apartment. It's gigantic. Like... really gigantic. There is more than enough space for a family of five, and I am living here alone. So.
The entryway:
Random empty room that's too big to be a closet and too small to be a bedroom. Do I have my own coat check?
The living room, with a balcony off the back corner:
The dining room, complete with dimmer switch:
Front (guest?) bedroom:
The humongous kitchen. Two tea pots, a coffee pot... I even have a dish rack.
Another guest bedroom that I have decided is my office because look at that gorgeous desk:
The half bath:
The full bath:
The laundry room + another balcony:
My Sex & the City closet. (There's another full bath through that door, but the shower has leakage issues, so it smells, so I'm just not going to use it, so I didn't take a picture.)
My bedroom:
And that's it. It's too dark out for outside pictures. The sun goes down before I even get out of work. So I hope you're satisfied, and now I'm going to bed.
Please realize I literally:
a) got off a plane
b) got in a car
c) spent the night in my apartment
d) got in a car
e) went to work
f) went home.
And now it's now. Where do you expect all those pictures to come from? Besides, I don't speak the language, so I will have no luck convincing anyone I'm not a tourist if I walk around with a camera stuck to my face. And I don't do well being treated like a tourist.
Anyway, because people were so insistent, the following are a series of pictures of my apartment. It's gigantic. Like... really gigantic. There is more than enough space for a family of five, and I am living here alone. So.
The entryway:
The dining room, complete with dimmer switch:
Front (guest?) bedroom:
The humongous kitchen. Two tea pots, a coffee pot... I even have a dish rack.
Another guest bedroom that I have decided is my office because look at that gorgeous desk:
The half bath:
The full bath:
The laundry room + another balcony:
My Sex & the City closet. (There's another full bath through that door, but the shower has leakage issues, so it smells, so I'm just not going to use it, so I didn't take a picture.)
My bedroom:
And that's it. It's too dark out for outside pictures. The sun goes down before I even get out of work. So I hope you're satisfied, and now I'm going to bed.
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