Can City

We live in cans. Literally. They’re cans. As such, we call them “cans.” A little subdivision of cans is called a can city or a village. Each of these subdivisions are named after famous battles, except that one of them is called “Circus Circus.” I live in Guadalcanal.  It’s not the most prestigious of battles, but it beats Circus Circus.

The rooms are about the size of a dorm room and each has two beds, though I have my own can. Each can has its own heater/air conditioner. I’ve never seen anything quite like them, they’re pretty snazzy. The biggest downside to the cans is that the walls are paper thin – that is to say, can thin. It’s actually not much of a problem for me because my can is on the end of a row in the quiet part of the village, so I probably have it better than most.

Of course, the best part about it is that it’s free.  And it’s right across the street from work.  You can’t beat that.