As I was sitting here in my room the other day, I couldn’t help think about our very first apartment when I first left the nest at the ripe old age of eighteen. Maybe it has to do with the fact my living area is still fairly sparse, and, well, so was our first apartment. It was a very small 375 square foot efficiency apartment, at the time it really didn’t seem that bad, but thinking back, it was no bigger than a large walk-in closet. There were four of us living in this mousetrap, the bed was directly behind the couch, the kitchen sink was a few feet from the bed, and your knees overlapped into the toilet when you used the privy. But it was cheap, and it was home. I remember when we had a few guests over, there would be people sleeping on nearly every square inch of floor space, and that’s only a hand full of people mind you. We had a TV from the 70’s, the VCR was state of the art at the time, and coming from a small town, I had never heard of these strange things called “Dollar Stores”, boy what a godsend those were when your just starting out. If we would have had garage sale with everything we had in that apartment, including the furniture, we would have made a grand total of about nine bucks, Oh, the glory days. If I remember correctly, the rent was $375 or so, and split a few ways was almost like living for free, but it felt like allot then, and it was. I found these old photos in a shoebox, yea, just about how I remember it.
