We’re closing in on the end of our time in a studio apartment, and I have to say, I’m a little sad about it.
Don’t get me wrong- I’m not sad about getting to cook with a stove again, but I did note that the people who manage the building were kind and accommodating people. The building manager gave a much treasured toy to my son, and made sure our apartment had an extra dorm fridge for family meal storage.When I mentioned that the permanent electric heater in the unit was a burn hazard for Benjamin, she had a space heater delivered to our apartment in less than 10 minutes.
Benjamin never had a problem with the close quarters. He thrives on them, and has even managed to learn how to sleep by himself. His bedroom is a makeshift closet under the stairs which “closes” with a vibrant shower curtain. He loves the elevator, and even has a special dance which he performs once onboard. He loves taking a bath each night, and is perfecting the art of pouring water between cuppy bathtoys.
We return to our remodeled home in a short time, where there are new spaces, new colors, new appliances, and more space for Ben to play. I doubt, though, that it will necessarily be more fun.