“What is the definition of a good wine? It should start and end with a smile.” - William Sokolin

The basement of my building holds many exciting treasures, four of which I am privy to. 

1. The parking garage. So far I’ve located my assigned space and identified the key that opens the door to my spot, but I haven’t actually been able to get the door open. Something to work on before we buy a car.

2. The garbage area. This is important because I didn’t know where it was in my last apartment and had to bring small baggies of trash outside to discreetly throw away in various bins on the street. 

3. The laundry room. I did four loads of laundry on Friday night at my assigned time and only screwed up once costing me an extra $2. Apparently I can survive six weeks on the clothes I have with only repeating socks for 4 days. This means I own way too much underwear and also clears up any confusion regarding why my suitcases cost an extra $40 for being too heavy on the plane. 

4. The wine cellar. Seriously. I pay a mandatory extra $5/ month for my spot in the wine cellar. I’m on the far right in the corner. Sometimes Europe is just awesome.

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