Our apartment in Windsor Terrace as seen from the outside. There are actually two doors into our building; the left one leads into a foyer with three other apartments, while the one on the right goes directly in to our apartment. That big bay window on the ground floor is our living room window.

Our living room, festively decorated for the holidays by the roommates.

The kitchen. Small compared to most suburban kitchens, but for being in a nicely located spot in Brooklyn, it's remarkably spacious.

My bedroom. Note the projector on the right-side wall, which turns the opposing wall into a large screen when so desired.

My room, as seen from the bed. Above the stunning dresser (only the finest, from IKEA) is some hanging art from Argentina, with a copy of X-men #1 from 1963 on the wall next to it. The gong in the upper left is from Hue, Vietnam.

Closet-space. The only downside to city apartments -- there's not much of it. With some guidance from my dad, I was able to get two bars in the closet, but the thing's completely full. Up above it is thankfully more storage space.

My desk area, with the lights off, while watching Parks and Recreation.

The upstairs bathroom, located just outside my bedroom. There's another one in the basement with the other two bedrooms.

Stairs down to the basement, looked down over by Mr. Jerry Garcia. There are two more bedrooms, a wide hallway and bathroom down there, but it's mostly my roommates' spot, so I'm not posting any of that here.

Laundry machines, provided by our landlord. These are shared by the entire building, but they don't cost anything to use, which is almost legendarily awesome in the city.

The rooftop deck. We don't use it that much now, but I'm guessing it'll be quite pleasant in the spring.