Finally I get to live in a tiny apartment! There's a shared kitchen (in which I have a small cabinet), but I get my own refrigerator so it's not so bad. The "Love" and "Career" feng shui baguas of my place are missing, so I've done what I can to counter that through the use of colors and pictures on my walls.
The box up top is empty. The drawing on the fridge reads "amiga gatita" and was drawn on the back of a package of cake mixes Michael sent to me when I was living in Spain.
Those are all of my clothes; my socks and underwear are in the rolling backpack on the bottom.
I haven't used the TV yet, but in theory it's there to play light gun games on (I'm waiting for Claudio to get here so we can split a cable or satellite bill). The keyboard and stand was given to me by my cousin who wasn't using it. The curtains were basically a necessity, the blinds don't block out the street lights ($5 for a repurposed table cloth at Goodwill, although if you add the price of the curtain rods they totaled about $30). Above the keyboard are square cut outs of photos I've taken over the years.
Bedside table was formally in my mom's garage.
The shower curtain was my mom's old one, and bath mat and bathroom scale were going to be thrown out.