I was recently thrilled to have an old friend stay over and use my recently built guest room. A small space that was really just somewhere to hang my clothes until it got overcrowded with junk and other things that needed storing away. And I suppose that by having him stay over for a couple of nights it probably helped to kill of the ghost of last September when I had someone stay over and it didn't quite work out. A strange old time that left me baffled and confused. Odd though because when my friend left he mentioned something about registering my little room with Airbnb. Well that's probably not practical as I actually live in the flat.
I do wish though that I had an extra little room like this about fifteen years ago when living a more active social life, because around that time my flat was a hub of activity with friends coming and going, as well as crashing out on my floor barely a few feet away from me in bed. And boy am I a light sleeper. So I was never comfortable about that.
Below are a few pictures I took of the room as I was preparing it for my recent visitor. |