Wayback Cribs 1.2

This, was my digs in the city. Where my luggage and I slept and made an attempt at privacy (the door locked, but it didn't help that most people had the key). The bed looks vast and inviting now, but there was no mattress on the wooden box, just a very slight padding of cloth. That, however, did not stop at least six other people from sleeping on the bed that I claimed for most of the summer. Whenever I came back from trips to other relatives' house, I'd find the room slightly different than how I had left it. It was a sweet, spacious, and simple room, with nothing else than my books, clothes, toiletries, sunscreen, and secret stash of bottled water and potato chips. What you see is pretty much everything I had, atrocious purse included.

The room was also the only place I felt really comfortable using Dakota the Computer. This was the only place I really unloaded it (except for a couple of rare instances) to take notes, transcribe, and when the goings got tough, watch a few DVDs. The rest of the time, Dakota the Computer was locked away in an unassuming backpack and locked in the room. Note how the luggage got the desk space, Dakota the Computer got the very comfortable chair, the only nice chair in the whole apartment, and I got the crappy, slightly cracked stool.