There was an old lady who lived in a shoe...

Okay, so maybe I'm not so old, and it's more of a basement than a shoe. So sue me. The point is, I have a place to live. For some of you, this is a matter of course. Who would go to Europe for three months without knowing exactly where they were going to live?

I would.

I spent the first few weeks in a lovely but expensive guest house at the Max Planck Institute for Biophysical Chemistry. Every day breakfast was provided, my room was cleaned and I had the comfort of a hotel with a 45 second commute to work. It was beautiful. This is, of course, provided we ignore the minor catastrophe that occurred during my first weekend in residence (in my defense, I didn't know that the pen was broken or that it would leave spots all over the carpet, sheets, comforter and headboard) and the small price tag of 750  euro a month. Even so, the time was fast approaching when our gallant heroine would be cast out into the greater unknown, with our without accommodations awaiting her.

So, I did what anyone else would. I found a place to live. It wasn't, of course, until the second to last day of my stay at the guest house that I stumbled upon this apartment, but that's only a minor detail. Behold, in all of its one room apartment glory, my humble abode!

First, the most important part of any young adult's life, the bed. Don't snicker. Let's try to be adults here. I use mine for sleeping and playing on the computer.

Many thanks to our lovely model, Zuri.

Now, a view of the other side, including the foyer, main hallway and living room.

Yes, this is actually just the other side of the same room.
Let me have my dreams.

 If you walk down the "hall" and turn to the left, you will find a lovely and well accommodated kitchen(ette).

That's right, folks. Those are top of the line 80s-tastic
coffee and tea makers. We've even thrown in a chair
to sweeten the deal!

I know that all you homeowners are currently writhing in unquenchable jealousy, but you haven't seen it all yet. That's right, folks. Are you ready for the bathroom? I don't think you are.



How about now? Good.

Admit it. This is the most awesome bathroom you've ever seen. DaVinci is rolling around in his grave wishing he had painted here instead of in the Sistine Chapel. I know. It's hard living this well.

This has been a short tour of the second most awesome place on earth. Stay tuned for more updates from your fabulous host. We look forward to talking to you again soon!

Yes. We.