I’m moving. After five awesome years in my “first” apartment, I’m upgrading to a condo. I use quotations around first because although I did move out for school, this was my first on-my-own place, which was a big deal. It’s time to move on, no doubt, but saying goodbye can be hard. Which is why I could use a little reminiscing, so here’ goes.
As a first apartment, it had its ups and downs. Ups: it was affordable (cheap, considering today’s market), walkable distance to work, in the heart of a cool neighbourhood and just the right size, even when my 6’4″ boyfriend moved in. Those ups were enough to outweigh the downs, some of which being: loud thumping music from the restaurant below, the occasional* cockroach, no air conditioning (or functional windows, for the majority of them), and always a just a wee bit dirty.