Looking for an apartment has always been a headache as far as living in the metro is concerned. Everytime I get tired of the daily commute or how uncomfortable and so 'un-homey' my house is, I always tell the boyfriend I'll buy myself a house if I become filthy rich. Two ways that can happen, if I win the lottery or I work my ass off for 10 consecutive years with a thrifty lifestyle meaning no Starbucks forever.
In an ideal world, I would've wanted a house like this!
One big house only for me and the boyfran! We will have housekeepers over the weekend but only for an hour or 2 so we can have the house all by ourselves. Oh gaaahd, I wish you could see how dreamy the whole picture was going in my mind but I had to stop at that.
In my current salary, no matter how much I save per year, it won't be enough for a simple house unless I get myself a loan. 3rd world problems, y'all. This thinking got me interested with Bel-Air residences.
Ochi is a twenty-something Corporate Trainer who loves to cook, take photos and videos of her food, eat and travel. On weekends, she's either drunk or snuggling in bed watching her favorite crime drama. 
