My first boyfriend's apartment (shared with roomates). Those summer mornings waking up on a mattress on the floor with leopard print sheets (because it was on clearance and that's all he could afford), looking up at big, victorian windows and brick walls, planning a day at the pool. That memory is so vivid, I can almost smell the chlorine. Those were the days. :)

Musty basement room with unfinished pine paneling.

I had a miniscule bedroom right off a kitchen in a huge four bedroom apartment. It was about 5x9, and the closet didn't even have a door. The nice thing though was that the Dumpsters were right below my window, so I could drop the trash right into them! Ah, college!

An un-insulated side room off my friend's kitchen. One wall consisted mostly of a sliding glass window, and the floor was cold tile. I hung curtains over the counter and entryway to make a "door."

I grew up in apartments, probably a different one every other year or so. As a kid, my favourite was a small one bedroom that my mom and I shared in Venice Beach. The complex was built in the 50s, and the kitchen had the original blue tiles around the sync. The bathroom had a new sink, but the tub was original too!

As an adult, I too lived in a studio in Portland. It was my last apartment before moving in with my husband. The studio was a bit older, so the kitchen/eating space was it's own room, with a large bedroom, three closets (two walk-ins, one coat) and a very, very, very old bathroom. It even had the original telephone hook-up/hardware on the wall, that was once used for the callbox downstairs. Now the callbox is hooked up to your cell/landline, but if I ran the building, I would figure out how to hook it up to the phones.

The best part, was that I had the upstairs corner apartment. The windows were almost the complete width/height of the wall, and I had the best view out to Mount Hood.

I loved that studio so much, I considered keeping it after moving in with my honey. As a "workspace".

And now I'm in a giant house with four bedrooms and two baths. It's nice that it's so big, but I miss my small apartments/living spaces. It's much easier to clean something small than a large house.

I lived in a 300sqft studio apartment and my bed was 2ft from the fridge. It was temporary thank goodness!

id love to see the rest of my apt.

None of your past bedrooms sound appealing - sorry. In the past, I had a studio apt. where my queen-sized mattress in the walk-in closet was the bedroom, but I couldn't have put clothes in there, too. That would've been too claustrophobic. Now that I'm older and I have a proper bedroom (with a closet!) I can't go back to what worked when I was younger. On a unrelated note, is that a stolen Ace Hotel blanket? Or can you buy those?

When my room was being redone in middle school I had a mattress in a small alcove off my bedroom.

My worst experience was a very cheap, tiny room for rent that had been carved out of the garage by the homeowner's son. I spent many nights wondering if the the drinking mother wouldn't hit the brakes in time and the worst night ever happened when El Nino storms blew open the huge, rickety window and it took a good 20 minutes fighting with it to get it to stay closed.

I finally left when I found a flea on me; the family had lost interest in their housecat and started locking it up in the garage.

My current studios kitchentte and 8'x9' foot "living" room combined are smaller than the huge ranchhouse bedrooms I grew up in.

The rent is cheap, but I've unfortunately just discovered that the most spacious furniture layout puts my daybed in a sweet spot that lets me feel my apt quiver in response to strong winds gusting against the outsides :( So the non-shared walls and hilltop view have become a little, less attractive.

I don't even want to think about what could happen during a quake and hope I will have payed my debts and moved before finding out.

in the winter of 2000 I paid $75/month to live in a rickety lofted area in a garage, with no insulation and only a sketchy space heater. The next summer I had an attic room in a house which I actually loved, but the glass was completely missing from one of my windows, and the room was infested with wasps. I learned to peacefully co-exist with them and was never stung, but they did creep me out sometimes. We only paid $300/month in rent for the entire two bedroom house. The foundation of the house was damaged in an earthquake that year and it was probably totally unsafe for us to be living there. The house was indeed condemned not long after we moved out.

I slept in a drawer below a closet. I once live in an old Victorian house that was divided up in to 3 apartments, and a beauty salon. I lived in the studio above the salon. There was a pull out sofa bed, which was very uncomfortable, and just opposite the sofa the owners had put in a a huge closet with a giant drawer underneath. I took the mattress out of the sofa and it fit perfectly in the drawer. To sleep all I had to do was pull out the drawer and to to make the bed just push it back in.

my sophmore roommate and I were so eager to get out of the dorms (where they had cruelly confiscated our liquor and beer), we moved into a tiny 250 sf apartment. The "bedroom" was only big enough for a child's bunkbed and dresser. My roommate would use the dresser to climb into the top bunk, and it would creak so bad that I'd curse her in my sleep when she came home from closing the Dairy Queen at 2 am. Luckily she didn't eat too many free leftover burgers and fries or I would have been crushed dead and unable to write this.

There were 4 girls in a condo with 2 very small bedrooms, as 5th year seniors at University of Hawaii, we were desparate to live "off campus". I slept on one of those folding cushion things you can buy in Chinatown. My clothes hung on a rolling rack in the living room. Any overnight guests slept on a bed in the living room.

My first studio out of college included pushing one futon bed under the window, then another futon in couch formation kitty corner to the bed and facing the dresser. I was without a tv for ~1 year until my dad visited, sat on the futon and asked me where the heck my tv was. Needless to say, his next visit included a trip to costco to buy me my first tv.

I wish apartmenttherapy had been around in those days! (the early 90s). I can now see what potentional my studio apt had.

Am afraid I couldnt cope with the food smells & food in the bed thing.
But am obsessive.

I lived in a room just big enough for a twin bed and a desk, end-to-end, when I was in college. My closet was in the hallway, which was major annoying as my roommates were guys!

My first city apartment was HUGE-- except for my bedroom, which was so small I could reach my computer (on the desk) from my bed without getting up.

Now I live in a studio, but I purposefully got a long one and divided it with a large shelf so that I have a separate "bedroom" area for bed and dresser, and a "living room" for couch and desk. Much happier arrangement! I couldn't sleep in a room that felt so temporary as your pictured "bedroom" looks-- no offense! It's just my brain.

My first year out of the dorms in college I lived in a very questionable house with three friends. And, because I'm always trying to keep the peace I so graciously took the smallest room. Yes, the one without a window. The one without a closet. The one with only one electrical outlet (and not even a three prong one at that!). Where did I put my clothes you ask? Well, I was allowed to put my clothes on a wardrobe rolling rack in the "utility room" that also housed the water heater. So, for a year and a half I always kinda-sorts smelled like natural gas.

My current living space, a small studio, is my favorite. Although there is an alcove for the "bedroom" area, due to how cold it gets (un-insulated windows and walls), I've had to move all of my living quarters into the main living area (12x16). My inspiration was a post on rental apartments in France – lots of defined areas, no clutter. I've managed to make the space into a living room and bedroom. I also have a wardrobe that has a mirror on one of the doors, a makeshift mudroom (nice looking shoe rack and sofa table) and a small folding bookcase that also displays my small mementos. I'll miss it when I move in with my boyfriend, but I'm looking forward to creating a lovely home together. Awww.

I am currently living in my "worst" adult apartment yet. I live in a studio that is about 400 square feet (12' wide X 33' long or so). I have a slightly strange arrangement in the main living area. The kitchen is cut off by a bar, so the main living area is about 12 X 16. I do not have any room separators at all. I have a "bedroom + reading nook" in the rear of the living area with a full bed, lounge chair, bookshelf and ottoman. The rest is divided into an "office" and dining room. I don't actually have a couch so an extra twin bed acts as a pseudo daybed/couch. It is pretty spacious, especially since I have a double sized closet in the hallway.

Undergrad rental room in share house: too small for a single mattress to lie flat (luckily, I'm short), no closet, but it did have a window. That leaked when it rained.

Tara1979- I could never steal something from Ace! It is sacred. But so tempting... I wrote to the Ace, asking how I could buy a blanket, and they sent me an order form with all the size & color options. It looks like you can buy them online now but they are currently sold out. http://shop.acehotel.com/product/pendleton-blanket/

HawaiiNei- A drawer! Love it!

Once rented a house that was too narrow for a couch. Everyone had to leave the couch in the garage.