Number eleven. The 11th apartment in almost as many years since I left the next in high school. The longest I've ever lived in one place. #11 was the place where we started from dirt, hunkered down, and made a house a home. I hope that I never forget this place, no matter how old I grow.
The beginning: lots of crap, no style. Anonymous.
Kitchen:
Dining nook:
Bathroom:
Hall:
Bedroom:
C, you can do this ANYWHERE! You are a master of the Big, Beige Box. Bring on the next challenge. I can't wait to see it...
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