A usable table, a real desk, or a big desk with a proper chair. For the 8 hours a day you'll actually spend here.

Confirmed on site. For your entire livelihood, basically.

An A/C unit in the flat. For surviving a Bangkok August.

Blackout curtains or shutters in the bedroom. For sleeping past sunrise when your body clock is three time zones behind.

Bedside lamps and warm lighting, not just a ceiling spotlight. For evenings that feel like home, not an interrogation room.

A real sofa or armchair. For the calls, the series, and the occasional existential pause.

A private balcony or terrace. For coffee, fresh air, and pretending you'll do yoga.

A real oven, not just a cooktop. For cooking, instead of ordering in for the tenth time.

A microwave. For reheating said tenth order.

A dishwasher. For never negotiating whose turn it is.

A washing machine in the unit. For not befriending a laundromat for three months.

A dryer, or a drying rack. For clothes that dry before you leave town.

A shared gym in the building. For the routine you swear you'll keep this time.

A shared or building pool. For the reward after a morning of deep work.