Next up in Houses and Homes is somewhere we all call home at some point in the year. Show us where you’ve been passing your days–send us a snap of your spot and describe the other four senses in an email to email@example.com.
Where: A Washington Heights sublet, shared with five near-strangers and down the street from the highest natural point in Manhattan (read: on top of a huge hill that makes me miss the blissfully flat Midwest)
Smell: The smell of failure–apparently I live right near where George Washington set up camp during the disappointing Battle of Fort Washington, which Wikipedia classifies as “one of the worst Patriot defeats.” But actually smells like pasta, because that’s all anyone else seems to eat.
Sound: Guy who practices guitar with the window open which harmonizes beautifully with my worthless window air conditioning unit.
Taste: Starbucks, because Morningside isn’t the only Heights that got gentrified.