It was a freakishly warm weekend. I know we had lunch outside on the patio of A La Carte, which is now Alana's. We looked through the Dispatch for apartments with little knowledge of any of the neighborhoods. We found an apartment that sounded decent, by the ad, and called them from our hotel room.
This was the first place we looked at. The upper right hand apartment. Walking in we both had an instant feeling this was the place. It was not large, but looked comfortable. A decent sized living room. Functional kitchen. Two bedrooms. Basement storage. We wanted this apartment. We had appointments for two other places, but after driving to them we realized we did not even want to look at them.
Luckily we got it.
I lived here for over ten years, she moved out after eight.
It was not a horrible place to live. A bit small for two, especially when times were rough. We did have a few memorable parties. It was not air conditioned and we broiled in the summer. Opening the front windows did not provide much coolant, and the noise from the busy street did not help. The windows were casement, so finding a decent air conditioner was difficult.
The location was decent, just a short distance from campus. Relatively safe. We never had a problem, but our downstairs neighbor was broken into and had her car stolen. Right on a major bus line, close enough to shopping. Because of the street noise, I do not miss it.
It had a backyard that backed up to a ravine, so we had families of raccoons and other assorted critters visit all the time. Our downstairs neighbor had lived there, and still does, for over 40 years. She was nearly deaf so our noise never bothered her.
I finally moved out to live with wife two. I'd been there for ten years and four months. I'd worn of the place and it showed. The landlord was generally attentive, and I got my full deposit back.
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