A one bedroom apartment that sits one mile south of San Francisco
My name's Nicole, I'm 21, and a nutrition major. My boyfriend and I moved into our first apartment in August, but we've finally gotten it all fixed up.
We're top floor. On the right's the bedroom, on the left is the living room.
Living room, looking in from the hallway. I need to center the Times Square photo. We moved the sofa, but haven't gotten around to the picture yet (the electric drill is at his dad's)
Better view of the window and computer area
Hello, car :-). Even though there's two parking spots available in the garage, two of my neighbors get them. So I get to park on the street... where somebody hit my car the other day. Big dent in the driver's side door. They ran, so I get to pay for the repairs... woohoo.
My amazing huge loveseat. It's my study area, and I can easily spend hours just being lazy and laying on it. I bought it + the full sofa pair for $250 off Craigslist. Thing is, the full sofa was too big to fit through my front door... so now my Mom has it and I have her ugly old magenta one. Thanks to a sofa cover though, you can't really tell. But damn it, I want that pair! D: There's literally no way to get it into the apartment, though, so... boo.
My TV + (junk filled) bookcase
DVDs
Side table
Close-up of the picture. On the left, my brother and I circa 1996 in San Francisco. On the right, my grandma and her little brother, 1937 in South Bend, Indiana.
Kitchen
Kitchen table. I need to center that picture, too. It used to be, but then we moved the table...
Close up of the picture. My Mom bought it in '82, when she got her first apartment. I grew up around it and loved it, so when I moved out she gave it to me. :-)
Another view of the table. My boyfriend bought me the flowers the day my car got hit. I was standing in the street, staring at the dent and crying. So he got them to cheer me up. I <3 him.
Aw.
When I first moved in, I hated the bathroom. I thought the colors were horrible and the tiles were always freezing. Now it's my favorite part of the apartment. It just has so much damn character. Plus, I live right off of Mission St, and the bathroom matches the culture well.
Bedroom, viewed from the hallway.
My comfy bed.
Dirty laundry + hoodies + dresses
My dresser with random sentimental stuff on it.
And lastly: us
We're top floor. On the right's the bedroom, on the left is the living room.
Living room, looking in from the hallway. I need to center the Times Square photo. We moved the sofa, but haven't gotten around to the picture yet (the electric drill is at his dad's)
Better view of the window and computer area
Hello, car :-). Even though there's two parking spots available in the garage, two of my neighbors get them. So I get to park on the street... where somebody hit my car the other day. Big dent in the driver's side door. They ran, so I get to pay for the repairs... woohoo.
My amazing huge loveseat. It's my study area, and I can easily spend hours just being lazy and laying on it. I bought it + the full sofa pair for $250 off Craigslist. Thing is, the full sofa was too big to fit through my front door... so now my Mom has it and I have her ugly old magenta one. Thanks to a sofa cover though, you can't really tell. But damn it, I want that pair! D: There's literally no way to get it into the apartment, though, so... boo.
My TV + (junk filled) bookcase
DVDs
Side table
Close-up of the picture. On the left, my brother and I circa 1996 in San Francisco. On the right, my grandma and her little brother, 1937 in South Bend, Indiana.
Kitchen
Kitchen table. I need to center that picture, too. It used to be, but then we moved the table...
Close up of the picture. My Mom bought it in '82, when she got her first apartment. I grew up around it and loved it, so when I moved out she gave it to me. :-)
Another view of the table. My boyfriend bought me the flowers the day my car got hit. I was standing in the street, staring at the dent and crying. So he got them to cheer me up. I <3 him.
Aw.
When I first moved in, I hated the bathroom. I thought the colors were horrible and the tiles were always freezing. Now it's my favorite part of the apartment. It just has so much damn character. Plus, I live right off of Mission St, and the bathroom matches the culture well.
Bedroom, viewed from the hallway.
My comfy bed.
Dirty laundry + hoodies + dresses
My dresser with random sentimental stuff on it.
And lastly: us