I arrived at the Fontuna(just a name I made up) hotel the morning of a rainy April day. Little did I know that there was a corrosive waste dump beside it. Soon I found out I had to make accommodations to move into a different hotel. I knew that this was a violation of code rules, so I went to court to testify. Even though my lawyer was puny, she was a young prodigy. The judge was being obnoxious. All she wanted to do was ignore what we had to say because she loved that hotel and would never press charges against them. Finally, they came to a decision to facilitate me in an apartment building instead of a hotel, which didn’t sound so bad. When I first arrived at my residence I was speechless. I marvel the lovely flowing curtains and the granite counter tops, it was nothing I would have ever dreamed of. This experience didn’t turn out to bad, I’m actually liking the apartment living style.