Home is where the heart is

...and right now, my heart is located in a part of Seattle called Fremont. I'm currently renting a furnished room with a private bathroom in an old-fashioned (as in classic, not dowdy) green villa in a residential area with lots of beautiful old houses. The location is excellent, just a few minutes from Woodland Zoo and Green Lake and a fifteen minute walk from the cool shops and cozy cafés of downtown Fremont. Several bus lines pass through the area, so getting to work in the mornings is pretty painless.

The house on the corner of cozy and cool.

I must consider myself extremely lucky to have stumbled upon this place without knowing basically anything about the area; the rent is fair, the room is clean, the landlady is nice (and her dog well-behaved).

One end of the room...

...and the other. The bathroom is straight ahead, with a tub to the left and sink and toilet to the right. Fluffy towels are included in the price.

Still, I would really like to get a place of my own as soon as possible... Even though I have complete access to a fully-equipped kitchen, it's just not as fun or inspiring to be cooking or baking using someone elses pots and pans. In the long run, I'd much rather live in a small, crummy pad if it meant that it was all mine. (But it needs to have a proper stove! No silly kitchenettes, thankyouverymuch.)


The hunt for an own apartment has just begun, but if my luck continues it may not be too tiresome. Please hold your thumbs, my friends, as I already have set my sights on a couple of promising candidates to the desirable title home (away from home). On Wednesday we will know if they live up to my expectations...