I live in Minnesota, but I'm feeling California

Call me a southeast-sider; I'm moving to Minneapolis. Here are the particulars of the new apartment: two bedrooms with walk-in closets; a living room and dining room that, when combined, are bigger than my current place; huge kitchen with new cabinets and a built-in…I don’t know what you’d call it, maybe a floor-to-ceiling hutch; standard sized bathroom; and so much more. Let's take a look.

The Manor.

Let me show you around inside.

Look at the windows!

Look at that archway!

And what’s this? A buffet. Sure, you can come over for dinner; we love to entertain.

This is the backyard, where our landlord has supplied the building with a grill for all of the tenants to use.

But wait, that looks like a garage. Does this mean no more scraping snow off the car in the morning, no more starting the car then going back inside to get ready for work? Could it be?

Yeah, dipshit. You know it is. Now stop acting like a dink and just show everyone the remaining pictures.

Sorry for being obnoxious. I've never had a grown-up apartment before. I'll try to keep it under control from here on out.

Kitchen with the huge built-in hutch.

Kitchen #2

Kitchen #3

Hallway

Bathroom

1st Bedroom

1st bedroom's walk-in closet w/built-in dresser (plus Kate)

2nd Bedroom

2nd Bedroom's walk-in closet w/built-in shelves (plus Kate)

If you visit, we will cook for you and have a bed ready. If more than a few stay at one time, some might have to settle for the couch or an air mattress. In any case: stop on by real soon, you here.