After looking at seven places around Dushanbe on Friday morning last week, I began to despair that I’d find a place to live that I truly liked. Almost every place I saw was doable, and if I had been plopped into one without a choice, I certainly could have made due. But the newer apartments were small and oddly laid out. The big ones had bizarro furniture and were typically dark and musty. The strangest place had a furnished bedroom that looked like it was for a 12 year-old girl, with pink bedding and a fairy princess bureau and vanity, all shiny curlicues and faux glit trim.
But the eighth place was the charm. Big open floor plan in a 1 BD, 1 BA. The renovation had been completed just the week prior, so everything was brand, spanking new, including all of the appliances. The tile bathroom featured the kind of luxe shower that I never had in the States. Two balconies. A/C. Close to the Uighur restaurant. It had everything I wanted, and if the price was a bit high by Dushanbe standards, it was within my housing allowance, so why not?
Of course, it isn’t perfect, in particular the decor is a bit, uh, idiosyncratic. Hopefully, I’ll take some photos or even a video and post later this week, so you can see what I mean. But, all in all, I couldn’t be more pleased. Of course, if the water and electricity go out on a regular basis, I may be whistling a different tune, but no need to be pessimistic, right? Right?