i loved my first apartment with a love that was more than love. That tiny ocean-side apartment, with dirty walls and cracked windows. With room enough for one, but i would always squeeze seven. with rusty doors and mirrors, my perfect hiding spot. i love that i loved it so much, that i didnt see even one flaw. And, i appreciate my friends for letting me believe it was a palace until after i left, so that it could stay my perfect tiny ocean-side apartment for as long as it was mine.