I, like most 20 somethings, ( I am a cool 28 actually.) have had my fair share of, let's just say, unconventional living situations. Some are worse than others; others were super cool.One of the most recent places I lived was haunted, and my neighbor didn’t even know my apartment was occupied until I was hauling my shit out by myself. There is an awesome story[,] too[,] where I lived on the third floor of a beautiful loft where all of these Russian speaking old ass people lived in this condominium, and ended up living with some random French guy and his “wife”. Just weird fucking shit, I know living situations for millennial are sometimes a bit strange, but I am pretty transient as it is. I just like cheap rent so sue me, and I am willing to live with strangers? I am not necessarily a fan but yo paying under 500 a month for rent is way too appalling. I'll do pretty much and live anywhere within reason.
So I thought I would share some shorter stories with you about some of my more interesting living situations:
When I was 24, Turing 25 I lived above a flower shop in Hatboro, Pennsylvania. It was super cheap rent, probably one of the cheapest I have ever paid in my life, it also didn’t have a kitchen, or a washer, or a dryer, it barely had a real bathroom, it was actually two lawyer offices that were converted to a makeshift “Studio” apartment. It was really convenient tho. I had access to a whole town and could walk around wherever I like, which I am a huge fan of walking around. I also developed like a low key slight alcohol addiction being under .2 miles away from a local bar. Dude I just was all about trivia and red ales at the time, shit can't be helped but man did that get old quick. One of the worst years of my life. Was super thankful to move out and into a much better living situation.
ORRRRRR SO I THOUGHT! Excuse the caps, but maybe not, I moved straight up into a fancy ass post soviet 1450 a month box. It was really pretty and had a wall of windows and some sick porches, I literally had a great time there, I didn’t give a fuck about my crazy ass neighbor after she came into my foyer, I finally had the $$$ to say I had a foyer and some crazy ass Russian lady was berating me for being too loud while moving in. Can anyone even quietly move in? I had some of the biggest parties in that place, once for my 27th birthday, and had some of the best sex of my life in that apartment. PLUS THE DECK! I love my back yard now, but something about a 3rd story porch smoking a cigarette really just appeals to me.
…. and then that possible polyamorous French-Chinese couple moved into my room, when my roommate at the time decided to break her part of the lease. That kinda blew.
I lived with a bunch of other people from all walks of life, in college I lived with 3 sorority girls, believe it or not we all talk to each other still. I have been that girl, the semi-live in girlfriend that goes to their boyfriend's 4 or 5 times a week, because they’re too agoraphobic or is it selfish to leave their own house, mind you I am still paying rent for my place. Shit is so ass backwards. I’ll never do that again. I love my home now and I don’t plan on moving until I want to start a family.
See ya next Wednesday my dudes!
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