When I moved to Boston I had 2 days to find an apartment. After seeing a few that made me reconsider relocating, I finally walked into the place I would call home for the next two years. I admit, I didn’t spend a ton of time in my apartment. I travel a lot and work even more so I basically only used it to sleep. But on the occasional weekend when I would be there with the sun shining in the corner windows, it was an extraordinary home. It wasn’t perfect, the windows in the living room were drafty and there was the mouse incident–I named him Franklin–but it was a great first ‘grown-up’ apartment.