Where the Sun Comes Through

I like living in an old apartment. There is always a sense of nostalgia that lingers; spirits and energies of the past. It's especially haunting when the sun shines through the windows in the afternoon. But the place is slowly falling apart, the building owners do close to nothing to maintain it. Once we find a place more suitable we'll move away and I will miss the white walls and wide spaces, the old chipped kitchen tiles and the view of the river. But for now, let me relish the nostalgia of this old run-down apartment.