My first apartment was a real gem. A 90$ per month furnished garage apartment. I did not have access to the garage. I was making a whopping $114 per week take home. Every neighbor was as broke as I was but they all had money for LOUD stereos and lots of booze. The dumpster was always full of empty booze bottles and beer cans. It took me a year to save up the money to move into a decent place.
The only decent neighbor I had at that first place was an old lady that cooked fantastic smelling meals all the time. All I could afford was rice with soy sauce. On Friday night I would splurge and dump a can of soup on the rice. The "good ol days" sucked.
Stijn, hopefully you will get the Belgium Bikini team audition house as a neighbor.
