After a few months of home, I can't help but miss having my own space. And I don't mean to say that I don't have that now, just that there's something special about having a place that is yours.
First night I spent here, I hooked my computer up to the TV and watched "500 Days of Summer." Yeah. Yeaaahhh...
For many nights to come, that desk was my workstation. The design of that desk was terrible, though. Underneath it had a cross bar that was the exact height of my shins and I banged my legs against it more than once. The chair I had for the desk was also super uncomfortable to sit on. Very quickly I had to remedy that by sitting on a pillow, the gray dilapidated one in the middle of the couch.
And that bed, oh that bed. Best bed I've ever had. Roomy, warm, and best of all, it had that great soft headboard. What a perfect place to perch one's phone. I think it'll be a long time before I get another bed as nice as this one.
Can't say I did much cooking around here. Never had much food around here either. Maybe that's what helped me maintain 150 for so long. Oddly, some of the most memorable meals I had here weren't even on the table.
Homemade duck tacos. The last meal for the first person to leave from our original group. Following this was an epic game of Scattergories and Secret Hitler. Speaking of games...
Can't even begin to count how many times we played this game. Definitely got our money's worth. Sadly, I don't have a regular enough group to play this anymore. Thankfully, I do or the two player version.
And now for a pleasantly prophetic pronouncement: 3 years before I moved into this apartment, I sat across the street from it one day and took a picture of its street corner. That picture just happens to be on this blog too, an entry on Aug 2, 2013.
Meant to be?
Promise that I won't leave any tissues on your bed if you come back hahaha
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