A week ago, I moved to a new apartment. The main reason was that the previous place faced a busy street, and the noise had gotten worse and worse -- to the extent that I couldn't sleep well.
So, for the past few months, I spent many weekends looking for a quiet place, with a parking lot. I finally found an apartment that met my most conditions. I felt overall OK.
But it has turned out to be more than just OK. In fact, this new place reminded me of the luxury that I had missed for a long time: feeling natural breeze coming from the window while still in bed. Last Sunday, as I felt the breeze, that automatically in my mind brought me back to a dorm where I stayed eight years ago: Escondido Village at Stanford University (see picture).
When I attended the summer school, I lived with a room mate and her boyfriend, living a kind of strange but fun life. Due to her dorm contract, she later moved out and then I had the two-story, three bedroom apartment all to myself. That accompanied natural breeze coming on to the bed in the morning.
Somehow, my new apartment in Tokyo possesses the same atmosphere as the Escondido Village that I cherished......well, I guess that's a good start!
