Hey there,
Here's a grand tour of the New ChezVCK. It's small and simple, but it works for me and Cookie Monster. Things here on the East Coast are set up a lot differently than we're used to; instead of building out, they had to build up to save space. So a lot of "houses" (what CM and I think of as apartments) here are three stories, often with a basement. Our apartment used to be a two-story house, but it was long ago converted into two apartments. We have the first floor, and our front door opens directly from the sidewalk...
...And into our living room.
And here is the view from the door.
Walk through the door in this room and you'll be in our office. Note the apartment's sole closet on the left. The length extends the entirety of the room, but still. There is only one freakin' closet.
The other view of the office.
Walk through that door and you'll be in our bedroom.

Bedroom, angle 2. That door you see on the right is the door to the basement. It's just an unfinished basement, so I didn't take any pictures. Our extra stuff and washing machine/dryer live there.
Continue through our bedroom and you reach the kitchen. Yes, you have to walk through the bedroom to get to the kitchen (and the bathroom, for that matter). Some people have set up the apartment differently, based on where the entrances are (there are two other doors leading to the outside), but this is the setup we liked the best, since it's just the two of us. And we don't care if one of us has to walk naked from the shower to the closet (remember, that's through the kitchen and the bedroom to reach the closet).
Kitchen, angle 1.
Kitchen, angle 2.
And finally, through the kitchen into the bathroom. I thought it was weird that all the kitchens and bathrooms we saw were like this; always at the end of the apartment. But then someone pointed out that when these places were built (in the late 1800s!), that's where the water sources were. Makes more sense now.
And there you have it! The new ChezVCK.
Hello there. I know I've been a major slacker lately, but there's a damn good reason: Chez Stadium made a big move. Cookie Monster and I packed up all our worldly shit into two large metal boxes and paid an obscene amount of money for them to be moved, quite literally, all the way across the country. We're now East Coasters. My new kitchen is ... interesting. It's fairly good sized in terms of square feet of space. But counter space is at a premium, and so is drawer space and cupboard storage. So half of my kitchen is still in a large cardboard box. Awesome! I have been doing some cooking lately, including my most recent roasting of a chicken, and then subsequent making of chicken stock. It pretty much looked exactly like this. And this. Except with no counter space and no place to put stuff, I have only one onion in my kitchen. Onions are also at a premium. So I did not add the usual amount of onion, garlic and other vegetables to the stock. Meh. I'm over it.That was the biggest undertaking in New Chez Stadium thus far. I also made some brownies, from a box!, since I have about a half-cup's worth of flour and no cocoa powder. It was a miracle that I could actually find my baking pan!I think I'll round up my camera and post some pics of the New Chez Stadium sometime soon. Until then, pets, I'll leave you with this, one of my favorite jokes of all time. Because I'm a sucker for puns. And I'm a nerd. I'm not ashamed.What did one earthquake say to the other?
It's not my fault!