My friend E, has a microscopic ( and hence affordable) apartment in Boston. Once upon a time it used to be a fruit stand. Over the last several weeks she has made a home out of what sounds like an impossibly small place for one human and two cats to live in. A bed that converts into a desk for the computer seems just the thing for her.
She's been asking me to come visit her and insists that J and I will fit in "quite snugly" into her fruit stand apartment. I worry that we'll fit in so snug that it would take the demolition crew to come get us out of there. I'm not a McMansion person, but can't share E's passion for miniature living spaces - they give me claustrophobia.
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