I've done a lot of "firsts" so far, first kiss, first car, first job, so now we come to first apartment.
I was 21 years old and still living in my parent's house. Mind you, that was not a bad thing really. I had a full time job, I had a car, I could come and go generally as I pleased but I felt like I was never going to grow up if I stayed there much longer. In our old-fashioned Italian Catholic family, however, girls didn't usually move out without being married. I had no prospects in that department and figured that I wouldn't meet many people without branching out.
My mom was upset when I told the family that my plan was to be on my own by the time I turned 22. I asked for household things like pots and pans and cookbooks for Christmas that year and I banked every penny I could. My older sister said she would go apartment hunting with me and that made my mom feel a little better.
I scrapbooked the adventure. I even had my old calendars to add!
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The bottom two windows were my front room and dining room windows. It was a one bedroom apartment with a garage in the back. I loved it. I was on my own! The landlord let us paint and wallpaper and even though I didn't have much, it was mine! My first major purchase was a waterbed, which I had to buy on credit, such an adult!
It was right down the street from the local high school and I used to see the kids walking to school in the morning. Years later, I drove by when I took our kids to school. Such memories! Cherished!
How about you? First apartment?
My first apartment was in Palo Alto..on Park Blvd ( had to look it up). Loved it..was there about a year before I got married and moved to Mountain View.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember ever seeing either of those places! Guess we were too busy with school and work to party much then!
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