This is where we used to live...
While washing dishes and starting to think about packing, I was having a moment of nostalgia and maybe even a shade of regret. Put on some music and opened a beer and looked around and started to say goodbye to the place. I really have loved this apartment.
This was the first place that was ever really mine by myself. I could only barely afford it on my own, but I was in love with it as soon as I walked in. It has great light. My first couple weeks here, I just had a mattress on the floor and a water bottle and one pan. It's a great location; I got to be a Baltimore hipster here, or at least go to shows like one. I got to be self-sufficient here, live in the city on my own. I thought I'd have parties and fit everyone out on the back deck with the Christmas lights and the fabulous sunset views.
Tyler fell back in love with me here; we made a life together here. He moved in without admitting it; he decorated it with posters and weird art and postcards and dried roses while I was out; he colonized it with musical instruments and finally had to admit he'd been living here for a while. He proposed by accident in the morning sunlight here. We planned our wedding out of here and came back from our honeymoon to here and had our first 'everyone can piss off' married Christmas here.
There are things I will miss a lot, and sitting here rubbing sheetrock out of my eyes, I was starting to think maybe moving was a mistake.
Then I turned off the music and listened for a minute.
drip.
drip.
drip.
... yeah. There is a new leak coming through the ceiling over the door. On completely the other end of the apartment from the previous leaks. Screw this. A new place is going to be wonderful.
This was the first place that was ever really mine by myself. I could only barely afford it on my own, but I was in love with it as soon as I walked in. It has great light. My first couple weeks here, I just had a mattress on the floor and a water bottle and one pan. It's a great location; I got to be a Baltimore hipster here, or at least go to shows like one. I got to be self-sufficient here, live in the city on my own. I thought I'd have parties and fit everyone out on the back deck with the Christmas lights and the fabulous sunset views.
Tyler fell back in love with me here; we made a life together here. He moved in without admitting it; he decorated it with posters and weird art and postcards and dried roses while I was out; he colonized it with musical instruments and finally had to admit he'd been living here for a while. He proposed by accident in the morning sunlight here. We planned our wedding out of here and came back from our honeymoon to here and had our first 'everyone can piss off' married Christmas here.
There are things I will miss a lot, and sitting here rubbing sheetrock out of my eyes, I was starting to think maybe moving was a mistake.
Then I turned off the music and listened for a minute.
drip.
drip.
drip.
... yeah. There is a new leak coming through the ceiling over the door. On completely the other end of the apartment from the previous leaks. Screw this. A new place is going to be wonderful.