Cramped quarters

One thing about visiting the rellies is that they want to hear about NY and the details of my life. This time around they wanted to hear about the new apartment. (Of course they do. They are my relatives. They care about me. They are interested- or at the very least act interested.)

No one can quite believe how small my apartment is. It's roughly the same size as my Grandma's private room in her new home. Life goes full circle and all that....

Though I haven't got pictures of the apartment here is a picture of Olivia practicing to live in a NYC apartment with a cave-like sleeping loft like mine.