My First "Only Mine" Apartment

Trip Start May 24, 2008
Trip End Aug 23, 2008

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Wednesday, June 4, 2008

If you had told me that the very first apartment that I would ever live in totally by myself would be in Honduras, I probably would have laughed and thought you were crazy. But here I am. In Honduras. In my very own apartment. And let me just say that solo dance parties are WAY more fun when you have a whole apartment to prance around in versus just one little room. I can dance anywhere I want. I could even dance in my underwear if I so desired...though I don't quite trust the site lines of the window slates, so haven't attempted that yet. But the point is that I feel like Tom Hanks in "Big" when he got that cool loft apartment and put a trampoline in the middle. My place isn't quite that big, but it has a guest room...even if there is a lack of guests.... But it also came totally furnished with a big bed and a TV and tons of other things that are normal for other people, but total luxuries for someone who has been in various states of homelessness for three years. I'm on the second floor too, so I have a view of the mountains over the house across the street and high ceilings and I've only seen one cockroach (and it was already dead).
I fell in love with the place immediately, and even agreed to pay more than I had been planning to, which is big for an ex-backpacker who still gets a little shiver of joy every time she bargains a price down. It just makes me smile to sit at my table in my living room/dining room/kitchen eating a dinner that I've cooked on my electric range thingy. And sure there are some quirky things about the place. Like the landlady's dog who is really sweet and quiet during the day, but as soon as the sun goes down turns into Mr. Hyde and lets loose these thunderous barks late into the night. And every morning at 4:30 on the dot I am awaken by the roosters who like to get a head start on the sun. And even though it's not supposed to be as rainy as La Estrella here, due to the hurricane in Nicaragua (or maybe it's just that I bring the rain with me wherever I go), we have been having major torrential downpours. And as I learned in Costa Rica, tin roofs and rain storms do not make for a quiet night, or for a dry apartment if there happens to be a hole in that tin roof. Which there is. Right in front of the front door. But what's probably the oddest quirk of all, especially in light of all the water falling from the sky, is the tendency for there to be no water falling from the faucets. It was a bit surprising at first when I would turn the knob to take a shower in the morning and nothing came out, but I've gotten used to it now. In fact, I've even started keeping pitchers of water around on reserve so that I can brush my teeth or wash dishes when the now-familiar groaning sound is the only thing emitted from the faucet. Yesterday I even had the ingenious idea of heating up a pot of my reserve water so that I could wash my hair. You see, my apartment inspires creativity, even when majorly sleep-deprived due to dogs and roosters.
So, my first apartment on my own isn't perfect, but isn't perfection sort of boring? I mean, yeah, the sporadic water is annoying and León and the neighborhood roosters drive me absolutely crazy, but I've never been so excited to wake up to running water in my life, I can throw away my alarm clock, and no one is ever going to try to break in with a watch dog so good that he'll bark at a worm inching along across the street. Oh, and did I mention the best part of all? IT'S ALL MINE!!!!!!!
Well, at least for three months.
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dadofdivaboots on

can't wait... use your guest room and intrude upon your solitary existence! See you in three weeks, yes?

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