God, I think about my first apartment so much. An hour and a half away from where I am now, up in old Tiffin Ohio. The place was a damn slum. Hahaha. But I loved it.
The place was almost a studio apartment. It was one giant room, but it had partial walls and door ways, but no actual doors except on the bathroom and closets. The front room was this big room with no fucking light. Hahaha. It would get so dark in there, but the room was fucking empty any way cause I didnt own any thing. Hahaha. During the day, though, a lot of light would come through the huge ass window that looked out over my deck and the school across the street. I loved to just stand on that deck and feel the breez. Some times I'd read out there.
Every thing I owned was all packed into the middle room. It had my bed and every thing, except for my work desk and computer. I kept that in the front room. I drapped a huge blanket over the door way to help seperate the rooms and keep light out in the morning. I really loved that.
Past that was the kitchen and bathroom. Nothing too special there. The carpet in the whole place was damn filthy, though, and the heat sucked. It even went out once and I could practically see my breath. Hahahaha. Even where there were lights, they were very dim, except in the bathroom. That room had good lighting.
I think about that place a lot. For some reason, I loved it. And I loved the town, and I loved how good I felt living there. I felt much better there than I feel here. I wish I knew why that is. Perhaps I'll moved back there some day. Hehe.
The place was almost a studio apartment. It was one giant room, but it had partial walls and door ways, but no actual doors except on the bathroom and closets. The front room was this big room with no fucking light. Hahaha. It would get so dark in there, but the room was fucking empty any way cause I didnt own any thing. Hahaha. During the day, though, a lot of light would come through the huge ass window that looked out over my deck and the school across the street. I loved to just stand on that deck and feel the breez. Some times I'd read out there.
Every thing I owned was all packed into the middle room. It had my bed and every thing, except for my work desk and computer. I kept that in the front room. I drapped a huge blanket over the door way to help seperate the rooms and keep light out in the morning. I really loved that.
Past that was the kitchen and bathroom. Nothing too special there. The carpet in the whole place was damn filthy, though, and the heat sucked. It even went out once and I could practically see my breath. Hahahaha. Even where there were lights, they were very dim, except in the bathroom. That room had good lighting.
I think about that place a lot. For some reason, I loved it. And I loved the town, and I loved how good I felt living there. I felt much better there than I feel here. I wish I knew why that is. Perhaps I'll moved back there some day. Hehe.