where it began.

i had a dentist appointment today (my very first cavity was discovered) and drove by my old apartment building. i was tempted to drive in through the gate, park in my old spot, and walk by unit 2069.  i remember the number not because i have a good memory but because my mom made a dirty comment about it the day we moved in over five years ago and it was forever burned in my mind.

i just loved our cozy little space.  i still miss it.  we probably would have never moved out had it not been for the arrival of our first fur-baby, slinky.  the little guy needed a yard to play in so after a year and a half of living there we bought a house.  of course there are certain things i don't miss.  like hearing our downstairs neighbor's alarm go off at 5:30 over the weekends and him not being there to turn it off (the bass line on that song still haunts me), it was perpetually ten trillion degrees in that little space, and almost getting a contact high because of one of the neighbor's recreational habits leaking through our vents.  

every story starts somewhere.  and our time of living together started there, fresh out of college and ready to start a life together.  something tells me i'll always miss that place.