12/04/2007

The Apartment

The apartment. Dima dropped us off at our apartment and helped us carry our luggage up. The door was just a plain door n the side of the building - you would have missed if you hadn’t known it was there. The stairs were concrete and there was an elevator. It kind of looked like an old freight elevator where you had to shut the wire door to get it to work, and then there were wooden doors inside to protect you from the elevator shaft. Only the three of us barely fit in. I pointed out a TMNT sticker on the ceiling to Andrei, only too look over and notice that every other sticker was not for children’s eyes….
The apartment does not exactly look like the pictures on the website. It’s nice enough, once you adjust your expectations a little. Dima told us that it would sell for about $250K since it is in the Moscow center and near a big shopping district. Brent compares it to being In Manhattan and almost in the Bronx, but not quite.
But it’s home.
Right when you walk in the door there is a coat closet. To your right there is the toilet room where the light-switch is too high for Andrei to reach so we have to go with him every time he has to pee, or he will jump all over the place trying to reach it.
If you walk straight there is the shower and sink room to your right, then the kitchen. The kitchen has a small table for three, a stove, washing machine, sink and fridge. You could probably use everything while still sitting at the table - it’s so small. Then cupboards above with dishes and tea and such. There is also an electric tea pot which boils water in about 2 minutes and Brent has fallen in love with.
If you go left from the front door there will be a bedroom on the right. It kind of has a couch bed thing, and a TV and closet. That’s also where the clothes line dryer is.
At the end of the hallway is the main bedroom with a queen bed, two chairs, a desk and a TV and some shelves. That’s pretty much where we spend most of our day.
Right down the street is the American Embassy. We have to go there to get Andrei’s visa so we can just walk. The other way is a London Pub and Brent and I thought they might have a take-out menu in English but I haven’t gone inside and asked yet.

It’s a small place with thin walls and the hallway is kind of scary, but like I said, it’s home.

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