Look, I’m not like other tenants. People often ask, how am I still renting? They don’t understand that not everyone needs a house to be satisfied. Some people prefer to rent apartments. Like me. It’s not that I find ownership intimidating or am afraid of commitment; I just haven’t met the right income bracket or fixed-rate mortgage. Anyway, it’s not the size of the dwelling that matters, it’s what you do with it. I’m going to stick this out, and one day, my place is going to be really nice. All it needs is some new furniture and a few snap traps, and it will be good.
I put in a lot of effort to get here. They checked my credit scores, references, and verified my income. I’ve earned the right to call this “my apartment.” Even though, technically, it’s not. But I’m not so insecure that I have to count my living space as an asset. That’s part of the charm. Like how everything is covered in thick, white paint. Even things that shouldn’t be. The painted-over dust bunnies have a certain charm.