The tall building is ours - we're on the 39th floor.
Me frolicking in the bigness of our living room.
E in his element - the sleek, beautiful kitchen.
The real "OMG you're all coming to visit me" moment will come when I post pictures of the view and the rooftop pool, but let's pace ourselves for now.
Fun facts about the building (all of which were actually used as selling points by our leasing agent) include the following:
1. It's the only building in the world that takes its shape from a perfume bottle. (Okay...)
2. The furnishings/decor were personally selected by the sheikh/royal family higher-up who owns the building. (Cool.)
3. It currently has the world's fastest elevator. (Very cool!)
4. One of our co-tenants is an American bodybuilder who is the personal trainer to Big Mo and his sons... said trainer will apparently be hanging out in the building's gym a lot, which means yallah royal family connections! (Beyond cool.)
The flat is a 3BR, so we are now thrust full-force into the roommate market lest we be left to pay the entire rent check by ourselves, which would bankrupt us in about 17 seconds. The candidates have included some interesting characters - a sketchy Lebanese architect who wanted to know if he could have guests stay with him "for a short while... you know, 6 months or so," an Argentinian with a South African accent who told us at great length about the small fortune he had just amassed in the Jo'burg real estate market, and an American engineer who has lived in Riyadh/Dubai for the past 25 years and comes bearing a fancy espresso machine and nice Persian carpets but hails from a slightly awkward age bracket - we think he's like 45?! The top candidate right now is a personable Aussie ad exec, so there may well be Foster's and Vegemite in my Middle Eastern future.
All men, in case you haven't noticed... oh, the joys of living in a city that's only 25% female.
Not that I'm complaining. ;-)
