Why do I do these things to myself? This is the second unaffordable studio apartment I've fallen head-over-heels, madly in love with (for the first, see here), although I've had several crushes in between. Like any good unrequited devotion, my infatuation with the apartment has gone through stages. At first I was captivated by the building's classically handsome exterior.
As I got to know the apartment better, however, I found myself drawn to its inner beauty, like the black and white tiles and flattering lighting in this bright bathroom...
... the crisp clean lines of these cabinets (notice the dependable continuity of the tiling)...
... and, most particularly, the hardwood (the word play stops here) floors and chandelier. *Sigh* Of course, it is only a studio apartment (and a steeply priced studio at that) but I don't care. I like it just the way it is. As Shakespeare said, "Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with a remover to remove: O no! It is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken." That's one of my favorite Shakespeare quotes, second only to the little-known "Dear Universe: please give me $725 monthly (plus utilities) right now so I can live in this beautiful place."
