By the weekend, the place looked and felt like a home finally. Andrew and I each had our own bedrooms, with a single large bed and each bedroom also doubled as a place to work or study. While my brother had been able to have the movers move all his bedroom related furniture and his work desk back from the old house, we had to buy all that for me and have it delivered. In the end, it was that I had the better furniture and especially in terms of the storage and usage for both of us that I had no doubt that my brother would be inside my room very often.
The dining room was of modest size, barely big enough for Andrew’s tiny dining table and four chairs. The kitchen was fully filled to the brim. Over the counter, there were dishes and food in the cupboards, as well as food in the refrigerator and on the stove/oven. The refrigerator was nearly full with food, despite the fact that it was very clearly evident that the residents of this apartment were students or someone who still ate like students.