A couple of years ago, I moved to New York from Miami and lived in an apartment that had never been renovated.
In my head, it was just a regular old, bland, two-story apartment.
That was the way it looked.
I was living in my parents’ basement, with my brother and sister, who were roommates.
It wasn’t even that I liked the apartment, it just felt right.
I felt like I belonged.
I also had a lot of friends who were in the same boat.
That wasn’t a big deal, but I wasn’t exactly happy living in the basement, either.
My roommates and I had been renting an apartment for a month when I was about to move in.
After a month or two, we were still in the process of moving out, but it wasn’t really an option.
We were both tired of living there, so we both decided to rent it out.
The first thing we did was check Craigslist.
We had heard that apartments on the market were really expensive and we decided to check it out, too.
We found a listing for a three-bedroom apartment with a two-bathroom, one-bathrooms, and one-car garage.
The listing was for $300,000 a month, and it was advertised as a two bedroom.
We knew we were getting a very nice apartment, but we were just starting to explore the options.
We made an appointment for the first day of rent in November of 2015.
The apartment we had been looking at had a pool, pool table, a sauna, a fireplace, and a walk-in closet.
I liked it, but the $300k wasn’t what I was looking for.
So, when I saw the listing for the apartment that was just as beautiful as we had left it, I was really excited.
The next few months were filled with looking at different apartments and deciding which one was the best.
We kept asking ourselves the same question: what are the things that we love about this place?
Are there any things that make this apartment special?
The one thing I noticed quickly was that the pool wasn’t actually a big part of the apartment.
Instead, the only thing that was important to me was that it was in my backyard.
The pool was actually located in the backyard, so I wanted to make sure that it wasn.
That first night I went to my backyard and took a picture of my neighbor’s pool, which was in the middle of the yard.
The whole house looked really nice.
The kitchen, which I have always liked, was in a garage.
It was actually really clean and I enjoyed the fact that it didn’t have the huge windows that are usually seen in condo kitchens.
We also noticed that the living room was located in a separate part of my yard, and that there were a couple of benches.
I’m a big fan of a simple living room, so it was great to have that in my apartment.
The living room had a couch that was actually in the kitchen, but instead of a kitchen counter, it had a coffee table.
The other part of our apartment was a beautiful living room with two giant windows.
We thought this living room would look really great, but then I noticed that there was no actual living room in the apartment!
There was no way to make the room feel like a living room.
I took a closer look and found that the wall that covered the kitchen was actually a window.
It looked great, and I liked that it looked like it was a big glass.
However, I also noticed something weird.
There was a window on the right side of the wall, but not the window on that side.
I immediately thought that maybe I was in another room in my house.
The problem was that I had never seen a window in my living room before, and now I knew exactly what it was.
I called my friend and asked if he could show me the window that was on the left.
He pointed to the window in the living area that was directly across from the door.
The window was a bit too low and it looked very much like the kitchen window.
After much research, I decided that it would be best if I went over and got the window myself.
I walked over and saw that there is an opening for the window and that the window was actually on the wall.
The only problem was, the window wasn’t on the window frame.
It sat on a piece of glass and had a gap that could have been closed by a simple piece of furniture.
I opened the window a little bit and it turned out to be a tiny window with a glass panel in it.
The glass panel was a tiny bit too small for the opening to fit in the gap and the glass was broken, so the window could only be opened by removing the glass panel and putting it back on the frame.
When I opened that window and looked around, I