Moj Stan (My Apartment)

So here are the pictures of my apartment! I got motivated and cleaned last night as well as remembered to take pictures. As you can see, it's pretty nice and really, it's too big for me, but it works fine. I've gotten used to it and it's home. Of course there are always little things and I have yet to really need the heat so we'll see, but it's my place. Also I've been reading my friends' blogs in the Peace Corps and I just feel too damn guilty to post my complaints. Also I think the pictures make it look better than it is, so we'll just go with that! But really, I'm content. However, I would say you might want to scroll down to the bottom of the post and work your way up since the pictures loaded in reverse. Now I just need internet...

View of my front door from the other side of the hallway/living room.

Ze bathroom! It's one of those where no matter how much you clean it it still looks dirty, so at least I have the comfort of knowing that it's clean (and smells like cleaning chemicals). The broken washing machine is behind the door. Hopefully someone will come to fix it soon.

View of my closet/door to the living room from my bedroom doorway.

My bedroom. On the walls are these needlepoint tapestries I guess you would call them, that are all around the apartment. Also next to the window is a door to my balcony where in warmer weather I hang my clothes to dry.

The other side of the living room/hallway.

My entertainment center. That bad boy bunny-ears gets me four channels. Also there is a decorated rakija bottle right next to a copy of the Qur'an, didn't plan it that way. And a few of my pictures. I have more, I just need to find some frames. Also, please don't forget that this room was covered in creepy dolls and stuffed animals that I have safely stuffed into drawers that I hopefully won't find until I move out.

The plants that I am systematically killing. I don't mean to, I just don't remember to take care of them. I think that subconsciously it's my little revenge against the landlady, like see you can overcharge me and not have a working washing machine, but I'm gonna kill your plants. Also, some of them are fake, it's hard to remember which one but the little one, second from the left is definitely real and definitely dead.

My living room!

View of the kitchen from the awkward futon. You can see at the end there my oven. The door doesn't stay shut but it has been working fine. Although I don't believe that it can actually change temperature, I think it just gets hot. In the foreground is a gas stove that I use more than the electric hot-plates on the oven. Also I heat my water on the stove to wash my dishes because my water doesn't really get hot in the kitchen.

View of the kitchen from the doorway. Those are clean dishes, mind you. Also, I had some carpeting in the kitchen for a while, it was actually really stupid and I had to vacuum every time I cooked, so I rolled it up and tucked it under the futon. Why there's a futon, I have no idea.

So this is the view of my apartment from when you walk in the door. Down the hallway, bright Communist red carpeting. My kitchen is to your immediate left, as you walk in the next room you'll be in the living room and if you follow it to the end it's the bathroom with my bedroom to the left.