You need a key to get inside the building itself.
I spend most of my time in this recliner in my living room -- I'm in it right now, putting this photo essay together. Before I was able to get a bed, this is where I slept at night as well.
I'm on the ground floor, apartment 115
This is my patio -- regulations only allow 2 chairs outside
This is the view from my patio
My bedroom
My bathroom
My kitchen
The main lobby
The community room, where we have a brief LDS Sacrament Meeting each Sunday
The garbage chute is on the third floor
The third floor also has a computer room, installed by Google. But the computers keep getting ripped out. Right now we're down to two.
I'm grateful for my little apartment. When I was raising a family I bought houses in North Dakota, Kansas, and finally Minneapolis. But I guess I'll never own a home again. Or live in a motor home or on a train again, like I did with the circus. Or rent a three bedroom bungalow with my beautiful partner in Thailand again. This place is as final as it gets, for me. I'm thinking this will be my home until I am called Home.