There's the yoga matt, that spends much too much time rolled up in the corner. The climbing harness that I got six years ago, because I liked a girl, and the climbing shoes I got a year later, because I liked climbing.
Notice the pristine scratching post, and two lovely, but destroyed leather arm chairs. Spot the electric guitar that my friend gave me because he never played it, and that I will one day master. The Go set, which I know I never will.
Examine the coffee table books, which include "Zooborns", and "Happy Baby Bunny", given to me by a friend that understands. Spot the small, but colorful liquor collection which grows more numerous with each house party. The cherry-red tea kettle that whistles whenever I have friends over. If you find the right drawer, it'll be full of chocolate (dark).
The kitchen is mostly empty (I get fed at work), but there are two pomelos in the fruit bowl. They remind me of Thailand, where I could get a pre-peeled ones for a dollar. I could also get deep fried cockroaches, but there aren't any in my fruit bowl.
There are two theater ticket stubs on the counter. I go a lot, and keep the stubs. But they are from two weeks ago, because, sometimes, I just leave things out.
The art on the walls is bright, abstract, and will one day be replaced by something I truly love but probably can't afford. There also a platypus toy, because I am strange, and there is no point in hiding it.
Next to the couch is my current book "The Glass Bead Game", and my other current book (because I get distracted), "Origins of Political Order". There's a sketch book, that I haven't touched in years (and only brought out to impress you). Also, my vaporizer.
The living room is clean, but a little messy. It's stylish, but unpretentious. It's a work in progress, but aren't we all.
The bedroom you'll have to see in person.