As I stood at the front door of my new apartment, I looked around inspecting the place. It wasn't the most contemporary apartment; it was probably from the sixties, so it could use some fixing up. The walls were painted a dark, yet somehow bright red color. There were two windows; one was sat in the small but cozy kitchen painted in a bright yellow color, the other one in the red living room. I walked over to the window in the living room and I could see the busy street four floors beneath me. The window sill was broad; there was room enough for me to sit on it. I loved that fact. I was already picturing how I could put a pillow in it and use it as my haven when things got rough.
I walked into my new bedroom and of course the walls were painted a dark green. It wasn't a very big room, but it had room enough for my bed and my small dresser. I didn't really need that much space in my bedroom. There was another small window which you could barely open. I think it was painted shut. I walked out again and went to find the bathroom. Never in my life had I seen such a small bathroom. There was barely any room for the toilet let alone the shower. It was painted blue. This was definitely an apartment from the sixties, I thought to myself.
I went down the four flights of stairs and started carrying my stuff up. My mum and dad had only helped me with the big stuff that I couldn't really lift on my own; my bed, dresser, couch and chair, a small dining room table, my piano, stuff like that. I was left alone to carry up the numerous boxes seeing as both of my parents had to hurry off to work. Our relationship weren't really the best. They were very distant and had been throughout my childhood, so I had learned very quickly to take care of myself.
All of the boxes were now stuffed in one corner of the living room; actually taking up most of the space if you included my couch and chair. I looked at my cell phone as I was seated in the couch and saw that it was almost seven o'clock in the evening. I decided that I'd better go find some kind of dinner and start unpacking everything. I grabbed my jacket and bag, locked the door and went down the stairs to explore my new neighborhood. I quickly found this small pizza and grill place, ordered some French fries, sat down and waited. I was quite picky when it came to food. I picked up my phone from my bag and started scrolling through the various social networking sites. Nothing special in either of them. I put my phone down in my bag again and waited for my food to be finished. I looked up to see how far they were and suddenly this boy was staring at me. He looked around my age, curly hair, nice body. I smiled at him. He called out to the girl standing at the register and she grabbed my French fries, put them in a box, then in a bag and handed them to me. I paid and walked out the door.
I quickly returned to my new apartment, opened the box of fries and put them down on the kitchen counter. I put one in my mouth and tried to find the box where my stereo was in. After searching through several boxes, I finally found it. I set it up on the floor, plugged in my iPhone and just pressed play. The first song was a song by Gym Class Heroes. I turned up the volume and started unpacking all of my things. Soon enough this new apartment started looking like a home. All of the boxes were unpacked and put into a messy pile next to my front door.
I had put a small pillow in the broad window sill, it looked so lovely, I thought to myself. I jumped up on the window sill, put my legs up, opened the window slightly and lit up a cigarette.
God, this is good, I thought as I looked around at my new home. It had become quite cozy and nice. I actually really liked it.