My New Apartment

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In a word: SWEET.

I live on campus in the foreign teacher's apartment building. It's a converted hotel so I have a balcony, too. The apartment is in a very safe location behind two school gates, a manned foyer, a locked entrance to the stairwell, and then my front door. They are very serious about our safety.

The university location is amazing as well, it is a block from the main shopping avenue in the area and the metro stop. There are skyscrapers and neon lights and people everywhere. It is like living off of Times Square. But then when I get back behind the school gate, there are trees and manicured lawns and grasses everywhere, very peaceful. It is the best of both worlds. I could not have asked for a better assignment. I hope you will think seriously about coming to visit! Here are some pictures:

Bedroom:

Living room:

Kitchen:


Western style bathroom:

Comments

Jenn-n-n said…
That's awesome Becca!!!!! You know if I could afford the airfare I would come to visit.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Technodoll said…
Wow it's lovely - much bigger than I would have expected. Tell me, what is the difference between a "western" bathroom and an "eastern" one?...
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wayfaring Wanderer said…
Sweet digs, indeed!

We can come visit?! That'd be awesome :o)

I bet you're glad to have a real toilet!

TD: Scroll down a little, she posted about it already......
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Rebecca said…
Jenn: I know you would if you could. I will keep my fingers crossed though!

Techno: Eastern style is a squat toilet and no proper shower, just a hose coming out of the wall.

WW: Of course, you are welcome anytime. You would do much better justice to the area in pics than I will. Come on over :)
Monday, August 25, 2008
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