I'd like to have a 15 million euro villa, but if I can't afford it, I have to look for an apartment that I like.
When I was 12, I forgot the keys to my parent's apartment. So I simply climbed up seven floors to get in.
For three years, I lived in a miniscule apartment on Beacon Street, less than a mile from the Boston Marathon explosions.
Personally, my general winter rule is that, if I'm not being paid to leave my apartment, then I'll be damned if I'm leaving.
I'm in a loft and the kitchen is in the very center of the apartment. The whole place revolves around it.
I started working when I was seven, and ever since then I've been saving for an apartment. Even before that I had a little jam jar designated for my apartment money.