Last night as I drifted off to sleep I was reminiscing about my time living along the Da Costakade in what was such an idyllic little apartment. Much was wrong with it — narrow staircases, not so much storage space and it could get awfully warm — but it did so much more right that I really miss that place. Especially laying on the sofa in the summer, next to the open window, reading a book, listening to the people at L’Affiche downstairs. That apartment was quite delightful and I miss it a lot.
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It really was a lovely apartment! I’m glad I had the chance to stay there once or twice. :)
Ha, yeah, “once or twice.” :)
In fact, I think there was a district, Jim-shaped dent in the sofa by the time I left that place. :)
Well, that just happened because I’m gigantic!
Me too. Especially in the summertime.