Home Sweet Home

Growing up, my mother always referred to my bedroom as my cave, and it sure was, but these days, it's damn close to being the literal truth.

I live on the bottom floor of a three-story apartment building, and not one of those apartment complexes where each tenet's front door leads to a hallway, which leads to another door that leads outside. No, my front door leads directly outside.

And I'm in a studio, so it's just one room, not counting the bathroom and closets.

The front of my apartment is about a third underground, there's a short little wall in front of it holding back the dirt, with a nice big bush blocking my front window from the noise of traffic on the highway out front.

The back is three-quarters under, just enough for a small window in my bathroom to get some light.

It's small, but it's just me in here, and perfect for my needs.
mononoaware mononoaware
26-30, M
Dec 16, 2012