the correct bedding for
it. A gift from Sam. The closet was a small rectangle, but more than enough
space for what I owned. The only other piece of furniture in the room, a small
battered wood dresser, leaned against the interior wall. Nothing decorated the
walls, which Rachel said she’d done on purpose, so I can add my own flare to
the room.
Rachel gave us the grand tour of the five-room house. The
living room, long, but not very deep, occupied the rest of the front of the
house. Rachel had it tastefully decorated. Two sets of curtains hung in the
picture window. The soft cream-colored set faced the road, while the inside set
matched the color of the worn brown leather couch centered in front of the
window. Square wooden end tables holding cream-colored lamps with matching
shades crowded each end of the couch.
A chair, set at a sharp angle against the interior wall in
order to view the TV, used the remaining space in the living room. The TV wall
she’d painted a medium brown while the standard off-white covered the rest of
the walls, including my bedroom and the entry. A large dark-brown rug, a shade
close to the color of the couch and the curtains, covered all but a small swath
of the living room’s beige carpet. Overall, the room looked comfortable.
Through the living room’s arched doorway, on the same wall
as the TV, a small hallway connected the living room, her bedroom, a tiny linen
closet, the kitchen, the bathroom, and the door to the basement.
Rachel turned left and briefly showed her room, the larger
of the two bedrooms, before turning around. She opened the door between the
living room arch and the bathroom to flick on the basement light, explaining we
had plenty of room for storage and our own washer and drier.
Doing a quick wave at the bathroom, opposite her room, she commented,
“It’s small, but it could be worse.”
I peeked at it and noted that, although the bathroom measured
half the size of the one at Sam’s place, it didn’t feel cramped. The pedestal
sink, tub and toilet abutted the wall shared with my bedroom. White tile
covered the walls to about midway except for the shower area where the tiles
ran from tub to ceiling. Dark blue paint coated the walls offsetting the overabundance
of white. She’d also defused the white of the plastic shower curtain by
layering a dark blue cloth shower curtain over it using a cute white flower
clip to swag it to the side. Everything looked neat and clean.
Finally, she led us to the kitchen. An addition to the
kitchen, extending it five feet into the backyard, brought it from worthless to
functional. Just inside the kitchen arch, to the right, a table for four abutted
the interior wall. Beyond that, on the wall facing the driveway a counter
supporting the sink ran from wall to wall, providing two cupboards on each side
of the sink in addition to the two cupboards below the sink. Two separate wall
cupboards hung on either side of the sink allowing light through the kitchens
only window. The refrigerator stood to the left of the arched kitchen entry,
along with four more cupboards top and bottom. Standing free the stove
occupied the unclaimed space on the exterior wall. Just enough room separated
the cabinetry from the stove to allow the bottom cabinet door to swing open. A
garbage can hid between the stove and the door leading to the wooden deck and
backyard.
Overall, the exterior condition of the house didn’t match
the inside. The exposed carpet in the living room looked worn but relatively
stain-free. The walls and ceiling could use a fresh coat of paint, but with
the string of switching roommates over the last five years, the landlord probably
hadn’t had a chance.
Rachel concluded the tour out on the back deck. “We’ll take
turns mowing the lawn and shoveling the snow. The garage is only one car. To
be fair, we’ll switch parking too, but we’ll work that out when it
it. A gift from Sam. The closet was a small rectangle, but more than enough
space for what I owned. The only other piece of furniture in the room, a small
battered wood dresser, leaned against the interior wall. Nothing decorated the
walls, which Rachel said she’d done on purpose, so I can add my own flare to
the room.
Rachel gave us the grand tour of the five-room house. The
living room, long, but not very deep, occupied the rest of the front of the
house. Rachel had it tastefully decorated. Two sets of curtains hung in the
picture window. The soft cream-colored set faced the road, while the inside set
matched the color of the worn brown leather couch centered in front of the
window. Square wooden end tables holding cream-colored lamps with matching
shades crowded each end of the couch.
A chair, set at a sharp angle against the interior wall in
order to view the TV, used the remaining space in the living room. The TV wall
she’d painted a medium brown while the standard off-white covered the rest of
the walls, including my bedroom and the entry. A large dark-brown rug, a shade
close to the color of the couch and the curtains, covered all but a small swath
of the living room’s beige carpet. Overall, the room looked comfortable.
Through the living room’s arched doorway, on the same wall
as the TV, a small hallway connected the living room, her bedroom, a tiny linen
closet, the kitchen, the bathroom, and the door to the basement.
Rachel turned left and briefly showed her room, the larger
of the two bedrooms, before turning around. She opened the door between the
living room arch and the bathroom to flick on the basement light, explaining we
had plenty of room for storage and our own washer and drier.
Doing a quick wave at the bathroom, opposite her room, she commented,
“It’s small, but it could be worse.”
I peeked at it and noted that, although the bathroom measured
half the size of the one at Sam’s place, it didn’t feel cramped. The pedestal
sink, tub and toilet abutted the wall shared with my bedroom. White tile
covered the walls to about midway except for the shower area where the tiles
ran from tub to ceiling. Dark blue paint coated the walls offsetting the overabundance
of white. She’d also defused the white of the plastic shower curtain by
layering a dark blue cloth shower curtain over it using a cute white flower
clip to swag it to the side. Everything looked neat and clean.
Finally, she led us to the kitchen. An addition to the
kitchen, extending it five feet into the backyard, brought it from worthless to
functional. Just inside the kitchen arch, to the right, a table for four abutted
the interior wall. Beyond that, on the wall facing the driveway a counter
supporting the sink ran from wall to wall, providing two cupboards on each side
of the sink in addition to the two cupboards below the sink. Two separate wall
cupboards hung on either side of the sink allowing light through the kitchens
only window. The refrigerator stood to the left of the arched kitchen entry,
along with four more cupboards top and bottom. Standing free the stove
occupied the unclaimed space on the exterior wall. Just enough room separated
the cabinetry from the stove to allow the bottom cabinet door to swing open. A
garbage can hid between the stove and the door leading to the wooden deck and
backyard.
Overall, the exterior condition of the house didn’t match
the inside. The exposed carpet in the living room looked worn but relatively
stain-free. The walls and ceiling could use a fresh coat of paint, but with
the string of switching roommates over the last five years, the landlord probably
hadn’t had a chance.
Rachel concluded the tour out on the back deck. “We’ll take
turns mowing the lawn and shoveling the snow. The garage is only one car. To
be fair, we’ll switch parking too, but we’ll work that out when it
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