The humidity in Taipei is relentless; stepping out of your door in Da’an or Zhongshan feels like walking into a warm, wet towel, instantly turning your crisp cotton shirt into a wrinkled mess before you even reach the MRT station. For those of us crammed into tiny 5-ping studio apartments where a dedicated laundry room … Read more
Living in a Berlin Altbau means battling 100-year-old floorboards, high ceilings that collect dust, and the inevitable grey sludge that winter brings into the hallway. After a long day commute on the U8, the last thing you want to do is scrub. I remember wasting an entire Saturday last November trying to scrape dried mud … Read more
Living in a 500-square-foot studio in Koreatown means every inch of counter space is precious, and the last thing I want is a bulky wax warmer taking up residence next to my coffee maker. When you are rushing to beat the 101 traffic for a morning meeting, the last thing you need is a sticky … Read more
Living in a cramped Surry Hills apartment with wall-to-wall cream carpet is a special kind of torture when you own a shedding Border Collie. Between the relentless Sydney humidity that seems to trap every stray hair and the sheer expense of living in the inner city, the last thing I wanted to do was drop … Read more
Intro (The Hook) Navigating the cobblestones of Trastevere while trying to decipher the tiny font on a menu board is a special kind of hell for those of us over 45. Between the blinding glare of the Roman sun and the dim, romantic lighting of a traditional trattoria, your eyes are constantly fighting a losing … Read more
Living in a central Auckland apartment often feels like a game of Tetris where the pieces are your furniture and the board is the size of a shoebox. After a long day battling the Dominion Road traffic or squeezing onto a crowded bus in the rain, the last thing you want is to deal with … Read more
Living in a 60-square-meter flat in Malasaña with a tiny kitchen and no oven is a test of culinary patience, especially when you just want a warm meal after a long commute on the Metro. Space is the ultimate luxury here in Madrid, and bulky appliances are simply not an option for those of us … Read more
Living in a 25-square-meter studio in the 11th arrondissement sounds romantic until you realize you have absolutely nowhere to hang wet laundry, and the humidity outside is matched only by the dampness inside your bathroom. As a 32-year-old freelance graphic designer working from home, my tiny Parisian apartment is my office, my gym, and my … Read more
Living in a fourth-floor walk-up in Astoria means two things: you get your steps in, and you track in a horrific amount of street grit every single day. Between the subway slush in January and the sticky pollen dust in July, my hardwood floors were a losing battle against New York City’s grime. I used … Read more
There is nothing quite like the specific misery of leaving your flat at 7:30 AM in January, only to have a rogue puddle on the Northern Line soak through your only pair of smart trainers before you’ve even reached the office. In London, where the drizzle is a constant companion and space is a luxury … Read more