I lived in a place where you’d have to walk up about that many stairs to enter. They were zig-zag back and forth, not circular, but it honestly wasn’t difficult to get used to it. Groceries were a one person affair, so I’d be able to get a full week’s worth in a single bike trip and haul it up without thinking about it. The view was worth it. The end of living there, and the subsequent effort to get the couches and washer/dryer out because the landlord was giving them to me, was a pain in the tuchus though.