It was my parents who bought me a flat. They wanted me to live somewhere nearby, so they were looking for options in the "Zvyozdnaya" area. I immediately and categorically refused to live with them together in the same home. It would have been the same total control and their constant, but so-called random, visits. I insisted on an apartment in this particular house.
I really liked the bright facades and motivating inscriptions about the love of the residential complex “Svetliy mir “Zhizn…”. When we arrived to see the options, it turned out that almost all the flats were sold. Thus, I had to give up my dream of living on the top floor and choose from what was left. So, I got a “one-bed flat” on the second floor.
It's so cool to have a private cafe! Next to it there are nice wooden tables and benches. When guests come, we spend time more often in the yard than at home. Friends have to be literally torn off from the swing, as they constantly compete with the kids for the opportunity to swing.
I like to brag about how cool my yard is and take fancy pictures on the bridge or at a cafe with a morning smoothie. Some friends even think that I live in an elite complex. And most of all I like that my parents have 25 minutes of walk to me. This is enough for them to come to me, if necessary, but quite too much for them to want to do it every day. I'm happy!
I really liked the bright facades and motivating inscriptions about the love of the residential complex “Svetliy mir “Zhizn…”. When we arrived to see the options, it turned out that almost all the flats were sold. Thus, I had to give up my dream of living on the top floor and choose from what was left. So, I got a “one-bed flat” on the second floor.
It's so cool to have a private cafe! Next to it there are nice wooden tables and benches. When guests come, we spend time more often in the yard than at home. Friends have to be literally torn off from the swing, as they constantly compete with the kids for the opportunity to swing.
I like to brag about how cool my yard is and take fancy pictures on the bridge or at a cafe with a morning smoothie. Some friends even think that I live in an elite complex. And most of all I like that my parents have 25 minutes of walk to me. This is enough for them to come to me, if necessary, but quite too much for them to want to do it every day. I'm happy!