My favorite apartment was an apartment that was rented by drug dealers before I moved in and had a dent in the door where somewhere had tried to break in. It had bugs, squirrels, leaky ceilings, a smell, and odd objects sticking out the floor that would slice your foot. It was fantastic. So fantastic that it's the only place I lived at for a whole two years. It may sound like a horrific dump but the memories I have of that apartment are some of my favorites.
My last two years of college I lived there with my best friend Sage the whole two years while Paige and Kara lived there for a year each. I remember the first night we stayed there Sage and I each slept with a butcher knife next to our bed scared to death someone was going to break in in the middle of the night (it wasn't the best neighborhood). One night we heard something and Sage and I put on our brave faces and grabbed a butcher knife and baseball bat and proceeded to search for the cause of the noise. The place was three stories and had about ten closets--we took turns rounding each corner and opening each door. Turns out we had imagined the noise but when I look back I don't remember how terrified we were--I remember us laughing nonstop about it the next morning.
The place was infested with gigantic crickets that seemed to live in the downstairs bedroom where Kara and Paige lived. Not only did we have a cricket problem but we also had a squirrel problem. That's right--a squirrel problem. Imagine your roommate waking you up at 3AM to tell you that she just trapped a squirrel in her closet. I never thought I'd ever have a squirrel running around loose in our apartment but that little fellow kept coming back no matter how many times we called animal control. That bushy fellow kept me up many nights laying in my bed listening for the sounds of his little feet scampering across my floor.
That apartment was where Kara and I learned the Single Ladies dance, where our fog machine set off the smoke alarm and we got to try on the firefighters uniforms, where I kissed my first love, where Paige and I discovered that we have very different reactions to tequila, where we threw up black sheets over the windows so we could have a perfect area to watch a Dexter marathon without a TV glare, where I put on my cap and gown for my college graduation, and where I learned that friends can become family.
That apartment represents my last two years of college--which are the best years of college.















