A man's home is....

Settling in a new town unavoidably involves finding a place to live. On my quest for a new abode I came across places of various distinction. It is very popular amongst Canadians to convert the basement of a house into one or more apartments. Occasionally the conversion has been carried out with good taste and the result then is a roomy and light apartment. This however is not always the case. A basement being a basement normally means that it is partly underground. Skylights then have to provide the necessary natural light but hardly succeed in doing so. Vampires must love these places. I for one don't. It makes me feel like being part of 'Dungeons and dragons'. 

This is what I have found myself. That is, part of it. Having to dish out the cash myself I resorted to Dutch frugality. Nevertheless, I think I could have done far worse. The front of the apartment, which is at the back of the house (still there?), is baking in sunlight and according to my calculations will do so even in the winter sun.

So with no further ado I present my new 'home away from home'. Just for a brief moment I was tempted to provide the address as well. But Dutchies being Dutchies could well have resulted in 'friends' banging on my door looking for a place to stay. No doubt this would have negatively interfered with the work that must be done. So nope. Maybe another time...  

Of course there are exceptions to the rule. Miss P. is, for one.