
I moved into a 38-year-old commercial-residential building. It’s a really old, worn-out house... I’ve lived in an apartment before, so this is my first time living in a house. Since I have a lot of pets, the surroundings are full of shops, and I decided to move just for the fact that I could live on the top floor of the building all to myself..! I was going to try and fix the old louvered wall, but it was too much work, so I decided to just live with it as it is haha. It's an old wooden door, but thankfully, the outside has a window frame, so I take some comfort in that. An 11-year-old dog with heart disease, a cat I met on the street 4 years ago, and even Toto, the abandoned rabbit I met last year. I'm trying to live without getting stressed. It's my first time moving out of an apartment, so it's full of inconveniences, but It's been 4 months and I've already fully adapted. Big, numerous windows, and even my dream of a rooftop. Now that I'm actually living here, I wonder why I didn't know about this happiness sooner. When I wake up, I blast music really loudly, and I sing to my heart's content using a Bluetooth microphone haha. This house reminds me of "Reply 1988." At first, I felt lost, but now, I can't go anywhere else because it feels too stifling.