my 18-year-old sister is newly graduated and a couple months away from starting college. with this, obviously, comes the hunger for independence and the ever-increasing desire to get the hell out of our mother's house. she's been dreaming of her own space for years now, and the time's finally right to do something about it.
so the apartment hunting process has begun. she has a particular area she's interested in and specific budgetary requirements (as all starving students do), so the prospects haven't exactly been piling up. she did, however, find an exciting possibility after calling about an ad in the classifieds. it turned out that the apartment she called about was no longer available, but the company also owned the building next door that coincidentally had a two bedroom open at the start of next month. score.
so brianna calls me up, hopeful, and tells me that the apartment is on the same street where adam and i lived in college - our first apartment. i asked the street number, so i could try to gauge what area the building was in - and no shit, wouldn't you know it was the same building.
so last night, i met her and her potential roommate to check the place out. long story short, the super for the building never showed (cough, cough, dink, cough) and we didn't get a real good look around or any specific info on the apartment... but we did get a quick glance. when we were still expecting him to show, we decided to check upstairs and see if he was waiting up there for some reason. brianna knew what apartment number it was, and by chance the building was unlocked, so we just moseyed on up. and again, with luck, the apartment itself was actually open, too. it was mid-renovation (painting and such), and we let ourselves in for a quick peek.
it was so weird to be back in that building. we lived there for just over a year, and it was the first bit of independence for both adam and me, both having moved directly from our parents' homes. we learned a lot that year, and we had a lot of fun. there are some things we might have liked to do differently, but that's always the way with hindsight. there was a lot of nostalgia walking up those stairs, but then again, it was so oddly unfamiliar that its hard to imagine having actually lived there.
its unbelievable to me that it was nearly a decade ago. now a stay-at-home mother of two with a mortgage and a minivan, i felt completely out of place. or rather, i felt as though i would seem out of place to others; in fact, i don't feel that i've changed all that much. i've matured, sure, and have a far greater sense of self than i did at 18, but i don't really feel any older. isn't it strange how that happens? 7:00 PM //
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