As promised...

They call it the Mansion. I think of it more like a Fairy Tale house. I mean, I live up a spiral staircase, in what is technically an attic-type room. And, despite the 6:30am wake-up calls from the sun (or overcast bright sky, which is more likely here on the Oregon coast) streaming through the window by my bed, it's lovely.
And not to make you think I'm bitter at this window next to my bed, on the contrary. If I lay on my right side and look straight out, it's almost like I'm sleeping outside. That completely makes up for all the early mornings.

I don't know if I've ever told anyone, but as my many architectural endeavors of age 9 through 11 will attest, spiral staircases are only surpassed by trains and bridges. Albeit the stairs are steep, and maybe I've almost fallen up and down them on several occasions, not to mention moving in was a trick with my trusty Korean shipping boxes - but THERE ARE SPIRAL STAIRS. No contest.
Oh, and I haven't even mentioned the balcony. Yes. There's a door at the head of my bed, you can see it in the picture below, that leads to our balcony.
The roof is an easy step up from there. I love sitting on roofs. Just last week I Skyped with Cha up there. Beautiful.
So there you have it. My home.
Ps you can kind of get a peak at Jeeves, my jolly-good butler of a car, down on the road.