…when you realize that it has a better kitchen than you do.
Still, it’s very nice. I’d wish that I had access to this sort of thing when I was younger and my crowd needed good places for our communal drunken weekends, except that I’d probably have broken my neck on the iron spiral staircase. Ah, ‘maturity.’ What fun…
You’re welcome to my share! I certainly won’t be needing it…
age is ongoing. immaturity can be forever.