As seen from the window sill. The kitchen is the left-most door, and the front door is at the end of the hall-thingie.

My room! Typically messy. Most of the stuff on the desk isn't mine, like Britta's computer that only a mother could love. Note the open window for allowing easy access to mozzies.

The kitchen, where Britta works her magic and I store my oranges and honey and stuff.