Before I toured my current apartment, the listing called it a “studio,” and I pictured one plain rectangle. What I actually walked into had a little recessed nook off to the side, just big enough for a bed, tucked around a corner where the living room couldn’t see it. I didn’t have a word for…
The first apartment I ever lived in alone was 280 square feet, and for about a month, it looked like a furniture store had been picked up and dropped by a tornado. I owned one room and I was trying to put a bedroom, a living room, and an office into it all at once,…
I measured my current living room for the first time about a year after moving in, mostly out of curiosity, and found out it was almost exactly 10 by 10. That explained a lot, why my old sectional had felt like a third roommate, and why the room finally clicked once I swapped it for…