I am currently in the process of moving to a new apartment. While it is taking a good amount of time and energy I am quite excited to be moving. I realize most everybody reading this knows about my old apartment, but I'm going to describe a little about it anyway.
First of all it has around 315 square feet. My kitchen was big enough to hold the stove, but the refrigerator needed to be in the living room because there wasn't space for it. During my first week living there it rained heavily and leaked thru the roof, flooded the 3rd floor and soaked my ceiling as well as some of my freshly moved in possessions. Not really a warm intro. I was doing OK and fairly comfortable when I was studying for my USMLE Step 3. Then I looked up and realized I was not alone. Instead, there was a mouse sniffing around my shoe. I put up traps and ultimately caught 6 mice during my time there. Then at one point one of my windows broke and it literally took 4 months for them to fix it. With all that, it should be no surprise that I am glad to be moving out.
The place I'm moving to, on the other hand, is very nice. It's about 3 times the space, which of course having lived in a small place for a while I don't have nearly the furniture for it. I now have a kitchen and am excited to be able to actually cook and bake again. I even have my own washer and dryer. Now of course I am moving to a nicer place like this in part because I thought Becca would be living with me this coming year and instead she will be spending most of the year living in Sacramento. But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy having a nice place.
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I didn't know she would be living in Sacramento this year. Did she decide not to move to Albany with you? What's going on? Give me the scoop :)
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