My very first one alone. The one without roommates or family. The first one to call my own. The apartment I spent every weekend night getting ready in with one of my best friends. Drinking wine, dancing around, and singing to music (one of the number one reasons why we are as close as we are). The apartment I graduated from college in.
The one that all of my family come to stay with me in. The one with the best view. The one that I was unemployed and miserable in. My Perry cat's first home. The one I got a job teaching kindergarten in. The one I started dating my boy in. The one I went through the worst of life in. The one with the huge balcony great for coffee drinking. But more importantly, the place I lived while so many amazing things happened!
(My high school English teacher would kill me dead if she saw all those sentences ending with preopositions, and you know what I say to that...OH PASHAW!)
As corny and cliche as it is, this place is the one that I seriously, truly figured out who I was and what I want to do in life. This home is one of the first places that felt like "home" away from my true childhood home.
Goodbye, wonderful apartment. You were the best!
Onto new, amazing adventures! Huzzah Huzzah!!