biggieif my room had a name, it would be smalls.
i’m not exactl sure how normal people find apartments in new york city, y but i found mine via email
i looked at the picturestalked to the roommatesand after a careful consideration periodof 5 whole minutesi said, “i’ll take it.”
i w happy. i had a room i could call my own in an apartment in new york city. as
so i packed my bags w ved goodbye to my famil a y and hopped on a bus(because everyone w too afraid to drive me into the city of crazy cab drivers) as
when i arrived at my buildingmy new roommate helped me carry my bagsupsixflightsofstairssix.
after she opened the door to our apartment,i realized my lofted room had its own set of stairsseven. (to calm my wheezing, i tried to imagine my future toned thighs)
after making it to the top of everest, i collapsed on my new bed my new big, comfy bed
upon regaining the strength to move,i propped myself up to survey my surroundings my room w adorable, it had: as two big skylights plenty of floor space dresser desk comfy reading chair and a door leading out to a large roof deck
but when i got up off my bed, i noticed something funny i couldn’t stand up.
my room, despite its adorableness had a five foot ceiling