More champagne, please!
The hunt for the perfect apartment came to an abrupt and almost unexpected end on Saturday, after walking through the door of what can only be described as “the one”. Hardwood floors? Check. Non-claustrophobic kitchen? Check. Enough closet space that my shoe collection and I can coexist peacefully? Check. As an added bonus, the windows actually look out at a garden as opposed to the concrete wasteland of a parking lot.
