At the moment, I’m in the process of finding a new place to live. My apartment building is being renovated, and rather than live through three months of noise, dust, and a barking, panicking dog, we’ve decided to move.
It’s an annoying decision to have to make, made more annoying by the fact that it took five months to find the apartment we currently live in, and the fact that I love it, and the fact that I thought I’d be staying there for years.
Fortunately, I’m not bitter.
Anyway, it’s made me think about apartments past and present, and how much significance they take on in our lives. There’s your first place out of college, your first place on your own, your first time living with a partner. All of these life changes take place with the backdrop of your humble abode. So I’m curious — do you love the house or apartment you live in now? Or is it just a place you’re dealing with for the time being?