If you overlook the array of imperfections, namely, the chips of paint, holes in the wall, scratches and scuffs across surfaces and things that don't quite work as they should, then you can see it has the right sentiment. It is home. It offers itself with the selflessness and potential for what could be something great. It is the red apple. It stands to take another renovation, only this time it'll be one that's more true to its character. And I wonder if the walls could talk, what they would say. Still surrounded by boxes, this space will become the projection of an idealistic environment where everything is of our choosing.