Spring Street Senior Lofts

At age 112 (or 62 but feels like 89 and resembles 112) with white clumps of hair, and eyes sagging so low that eye contact with friends is with my chin...so aging is not my cup of warm tea with honey, no sugar, extra lemon. However, the best thing that has happened to me in this chapter of my life are the Spring Street Senior Lofts (one word however, they are not lofts in the traditional sense so please do not think that you have stairs to climb within your unit) which provides stellar amenities... (hello dishwasher and good riddance incessant bacterial soap) and an absolute gorgeous design (the lighting is sensational) with spectacular hardwood floors paving way for an eye appealing shine. More closet space that I know what to do with as well as a double door when opened leads to a space solely for the washer and dryer you bring with you (some like me use the facilities here until we win the lottery and head to Home Depot for Maytag). Everything is brand spanking new and I can attest that no detail was neglected in their aim to pleasantly offer you the finest home for the senior aspect of your novel of a storied life. Sherry and Amy are awesome. In a day and age where thousands have hourly LABOR pains/contractions while engaged in employment (courtesy of the demise of Washington padding wallets) , in contrast the staff here are incredibly enthusiastic and professional serving up HOSPITALITY. I have never really had fun in previous experiences during a screening/application process, but hey, it was enjoyable....due to the engaging personality of the company and the most fortunate residents. Tony, our maintenance supervisor is top notch as well. I love it here! (c'mon pik 6 I need that Maytag)!!!
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