After 8 months of living in Buenos Aires I finally have my own apartment. When I arrived I stayed with Prussia for two months and that was a huge help getting my feet on the ground. For the next six months I rented a room in the house of a retired woman whose kids had moved out. She was super annoying and the price of the rent went up every month. It got to the point where I had to move or she would have been collecting more than I was making.
Anyway, I have some photos to share.
First... the room I rented.
The rules of the house posted on my bedroom door. No drugs, no drinking, no visitors, no sex. I tried to break all of them before I left.
The keys to my new place.
Ariel view of the building. The pool on the roof doesn't have water in it in this photo.
Now admittedly this is a small apartment, but I'm quite happy with it because it's in a nice location and the landlord is super nice. In fact she's become more of a friend than a landlord. And she's cute too.
She's a yoga instructor.
Last week we had dinner and tonight I'm going to her house for her birthday.
Anyway about my house. Here's some more photos.
When I first arrived I had nothing.
So I bought a bed. It's probably one of the nicest beds I've ever owned.
I set up a bookshelf with some things I had brought from home.
Bought a fridge and a small oven.
Set up my knifes and cooking tools.
Made a desk, sort of.
And got a small bedside dresser.
A second bookshelf for glasses and plates.
Glasses and plates.
A food processor.
And added under counter lighting.
Started stocking the bar.
So, things are coming along. I want to decorate the entire place with black and white furniture and get a bright red couch and red and white curtains. It should be nice once it's all done. In Argentina many people learn to work with small spaces. I suppose in most major cities people do when they get their first, more affordable place, but I'm liking the challenge. Trying to find unique ways to store things. Trying to make use of every inch of space. Quite different to my huge 2 bedroom apartment with basement, off street parking, and huge backyard in NJ, but I'm comfortable and happy.
Some photos from the first pool day with me and Krito.
Anyway, I have some photos to share.
First... the room I rented.
The rules of the house posted on my bedroom door. No drugs, no drinking, no visitors, no sex. I tried to break all of them before I left.
The keys to my new place.
Ariel view of the building. The pool on the roof doesn't have water in it in this photo.
Now admittedly this is a small apartment, but I'm quite happy with it because it's in a nice location and the landlord is super nice. In fact she's become more of a friend than a landlord. And she's cute too.
She's a yoga instructor.
Last week we had dinner and tonight I'm going to her house for her birthday.
Anyway about my house. Here's some more photos.
When I first arrived I had nothing.
So I bought a bed. It's probably one of the nicest beds I've ever owned.
I set up a bookshelf with some things I had brought from home.
Bought a fridge and a small oven.
Set up my knifes and cooking tools.
Made a desk, sort of.
And got a small bedside dresser.
A second bookshelf for glasses and plates.
Glasses and plates.
A food processor.
And added under counter lighting.
Started stocking the bar.
So, things are coming along. I want to decorate the entire place with black and white furniture and get a bright red couch and red and white curtains. It should be nice once it's all done. In Argentina many people learn to work with small spaces. I suppose in most major cities people do when they get their first, more affordable place, but I'm liking the challenge. Trying to find unique ways to store things. Trying to make use of every inch of space. Quite different to my huge 2 bedroom apartment with basement, off street parking, and huge backyard in NJ, but I'm comfortable and happy.
Some photos from the first pool day with me and Krito.
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gracias querido por el apoyo, un gran abrazo desde Chileee!!!!