Friday Firsts: First Apartment
(Read about Red’s first over at The Naked Redhead.)
You know those refrigerator boxes? They’re large and fun to play in? Well, the only difference between our first apartment and one of those boxes is that our apartment had heat. Oh. Also, those cardboard boxes are bigger.
Josh moved to PA in 2002, and we moved into the above-referenced tiny apartment within about three weeks of his arrival. The apartment was an “efficiency-style” apartment–that meant that the living room and teeny tiny kitchen ran into one another. A doorway to the left of the refrigerator opened up to a small bedroom, and from there you could enter our (also teeny tiny) bathroom. We had one closet. One small closet.
The apartment had it’s pros to go along with the con of it barely being big enough for one adult, let alone two. It only cost us $350/month in rent, and that included heat. We lived about a mile from our college, and if either one of us had been more health-conscious or earth-friendly at the time, we would have walked to class/work much more often than we did. Living where we did put us about a mile or two away from where the Naked Redhead was living, and on occasion (okay, on ONE occasion), she and I went running together. On the flip side, we drank together often.
Readers, what was your first apartment like? Was it small? Huge? Did you love it or hate it?
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Hahaha…I remember that you invited us over for dinner, and two of us had to sit on the day bed, and two on some chairs…and I think we were still all touching knees. Adorable.
Red-It wasn’t just you and the ex. VanHooters was there as well. You are correct though, two of us sat on kitchen(ish) chairs, two sat on the daybed (that doubled as our couch), and someone sat on a really uncomfortable desk chair. At the time, I could barely make a decent tasting marinara sauce, and yet I subjected you all to it. For that, and for the knee touching, I apologize.
As a couple, our first apartment together was actually really nice. It was a newly rehabbed, pretty spacious one-bedroom with new appliances and pretty sweet closet space. In a well-maintained building. And great light. That’s where we lived when Stella was born.
The downside: the downstairs neighbors that moved in were Olympic grade chain smokers with no sense of courtesy. After months of unproductive dialog, we had to move out. On moving day, I was in the throes of an asthma attack so bad I couldn’t even go into the apartment.
It was really nice, but each apartment has gotten better since.
Your first place sounds really nice, Atena. Well, minus the smokers. I totally would have high-tailed it out of there as well. Sorry you had to deal!