I'm so happy I live here again

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Yesterday I moved back to the city into the place that I have to myself for the next year. It's a 2nd-floor apartment in a converted townhouse on Spruce, and it's so big that I fit a full bed, arm chair, desk, two book shelves, two small tables, one kitchen table with two chairs and a kitchen shelf into it with room to spare. It's only one room, too. The ceilings are extremely high and there are six windows. The view looks out on a big tree in the backyard and the houses across the way. All the fixtures are probably 90 years old, but that gives it some kind of charm, as do the patches of loose floorboards. Needless to say, I love it very much.