The hospital would allow me to have a deferred sabbatical leave and I would receive eighty percent of my annual salary for five years. Daniel did not have a job offer because there was no available position in the whole province of Quebec. We would have to wait for an opening while we were in California. We were not too much concerned about the fact that he did not have a job opportunity in Quebec because we were very busy with the wedding, selling our condo and moving all our belongings to Los Angeles. We were just trying to do one thing at the time so we would not be overwhelmed. It was now the time for us to enjoy our trip to our new home for the year. Our Los Angeles condo was rather small. It contained a bedroom, a narrow bathroom, a kitchen and a shared dining/living room. It was recently renovated and everything was in the white and grey tones. The kitchen had a white and grey granite counter top with stainless steel appliances and all the cabinets were painted in white. The floor was the only thing that brought character to the place as it was made of stained dark oak wood. The only closet was so tiny that I tried pushing on the walls hoping it was hiding a secret space. I already got rid of half of my clothes just before leaving and now I was about to get rid of the other half. I could not believe how much we were paying for renting such a small apartment. It was cozy but too pricy for its size. At least our front door led to a beautiful garden that had a fountain
There were many bright interior images. The generous sized carpeted living room had paneled walls, a brick fireplace, and benched seating with storage below the windows. The spacious eat-in kitchen that opened to the dining area and family room had plenty of white cabinetry, neutral flooring, and a slider that gave access to the deck, showing a slight view of the in-ground pool. In addition, a lot of the cabinets were left open and with the angel of the image, it was hard to tell what other features were being highlighted. There was a long-paneled hallway that gave access to corner views of two bedrooms, and an incomplete view of the bathroom. One of the bedroom images appeared to be somewhat out-of-focus and the bathroom cabinets were left opened. Another image showed a long room/closet that was out-of-focus. In general, the home appeared to be in fair condition.
She gestures us inside and I could cringe at the aroma alone. The smell of channelle makes me think someone dropped a whole bottle. Other than that, though, the view, at first sight, reminds me of my grandparents. My grandma would bake the cookies and while my grandpa would munch on them, she would put everything back where it belongs and makes sure everything is left neat. The mahogany table is perfect for two people, maybe four and the kitchen space is just the right size for my cooking needs. A maple red door frame leads to the living room and the antique upright piano the color of amber is the first insight. Every one of the eighty-eight keys and its leather padded bench contributes to its value.
Actually the misery of living in the rundown apartment with communal kitchen shared by 3 other families deserves more details; also when add no running water, absence of the toilet and heating ( the word air-conditioning did not exist in our vocabulary) the picture becomes more vivid.
After experiencing a stay at the house in Charlottesville, I’d say that the title fits. The house in Charlottesville was really amazing. It was a large four story house with a huge backyard that had a privacy fence around it. When you walk into the house you are in a foyer where there are quilts hanging that have been made especially for the Ronald McDonald House of the foyer there are offices discreetly placed so that they do not take away from the feeling of home. The kitchen is huge with tables at both ends and counters on both side walls with sinks and dishwashers, coffee makers, toasters, and microwaves. In the middle is a huge island with stools on both ends and stoves on both sides of the island. There are always two or three bowls on the island filled with quick snacks. There is a huge deck off of the kitchen with a gas grill and tables and chairs. There is a quiet room off of the kitchen, it consists of a real fireplace and a computer, and it is so much like a home living-room. The two floors above the kitchen is where the bed rooms are located each room has a queen size.bed and a twin size trundle bed where two can sleep. For every two bedrooms there is a bathroom between them. Down in the basement is a large family room with a big screen television and a large play area with everything possible for children to have
It was a house renting a room for me held together by unanswered suicide letters and two-way mirrors,
My parents purchased the 3 bedroom, 1.5 bathroom house after falling in love with its wraparound porch and backyard. The house was literally a street over from where we were renting a house that was the size of a postage stamp and with two teenage girls who were wanting more of their own space, this new house had everything. Though the furnace was on its last legs and needed to be turned off when not in use for fear that the house would explode, and that the half bathroom resembled that of a closet with a toilet in it, the sheer fact that this house wasn’t owned by anyone other than my parents made the house a home.
The house my mother couldn't pay for. The house I was embarrassed of. The house I use to love as a child and learned to hate as a teenager.
It looked like a completely different house. Whenever we were done with the job I went up and knocked on millys door and told her to come outside and take a look. She started balling, at that moment I did not care how much sweat or money was to be made at that job. The look on millys face said it all for me.
Everything was white. Kind of like a hospital, but hospitals made me feel glumly. This room though, unlike a hospital did not. It made me feel at peace, the way the closed curtains slowly swayed forwards from the wind and the light shining through them making them look like they were glowing is peaceful. The silence that wandered through the air is peaceful. The way the light bounces off the walls is peaceful. It was just a peaceful room. Just like all the other rooms in the apartment. All white with the windows open, but the curtains closed and the rooms clean. No dirt to be seen or dust to be
When I was younger, my family and I moved into a small, white house on the very edge of Lockland. Now, it wasn't some amazing house at all. It had one bedroom, a living room, kitchen and bathroom; so small that it was like a flat for a college student.
Have you ever had a moment when you were like “Wow? This is definitely a small world!” These were my exact words two years ago moving into the Palmetto House dorms. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was the first in my group of close friends to go to college. They all helped move me in, including two of my sisters and my mother. In my mind all I could think of was since I was moving my stuff into the dorm room late in the afternoon, my roommate would for sure already be settled in with the television hooked up on her side of the room. Not that I am a big television watcher, it was just something I knew would forever bother me. Well to my surprise, the dorm room was empty and no one had claimed any of the four beds. About two hours went
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it on an apartment and things to go in the apartment. So much stuff has
I had seen the space plenty of times, the simple blue paint on the wall, a rack of trophies, a TV, and an Xbox. Somehow it had seemed different, but maybe that was because we were. And also the fact that his clothes and books were all stuffed into bags, his TV and Xbox were unplugged and sitting in a box, and the two painted city canvases I gave him for gifts were propped against the door. Every other small item that accented his room was now in one box or another. It looked like he just moved in, aside from the
The whole place just gives the best feeling that I have never felt before. It was like a spa place that it is so quiet, yet it feels so magical with candles all over the place and it is sort of dark were you can feel so relaxed once you lay down in this very comfy bed that is covered in white silk covers with fluffy pillows that almost feels like marshmallows. My apartment is filled marvelous paintings by Vincent Van Gogh and with his famous paintings of ‘Starry Night’ and ‘Sunflowers’ and some motivated quotes on the wall. Having these paintings will sure describe my living experience in New York. The painting ‘Starry Night’ shows the meaning of the alluring skyline at night in the city where it has the bright lights from each of the windows of the buildings and how the sky is yet very dark but still see the shade of blue in the sky. Also in the painting it shows a little wind which in New York sort of has at night time a little breeze that can give you slight goose bumps in your arms. The other painting by Vincent Van Gogh ‘Sunflowers’ shows a meaning for me in the summertime in New York where all the flowers bloom up and the bright sun rises up into the city. That feeling when you get up from bed, in the summertime, with a big smile on your face and having to see the people around you with their faces so uplifting. In the center of my living room, I would have this crystal chandelier that is very appealing with white crystals and small diamonds around