Saturday I moved into my new apartment with the help of my loving father, wonderful brother, amazing boyfriend, and my boyfriend’s always-helpful and devoted father. They helped me even when I casually mentioned to them right beforehand that the new place is on the third floor. It was a long day, and I am still sore from it all (not to mention I played a soccer game that morning). Since I was planning to paint my bedroom I put all of my stuff in the middle of the room and then there wasn’t room for my bed. I’ve been sleeping out in the middle of the living room for the past two nights. Yesterday I painted with the help of…
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I can hardly believe that tonight I will spend the last night in the apartment we lovingly call The Deuce. A year and a half ago, three excited, happy, somewhat messed-up, ordinary girls moved in, glad to be escaping their former place of residence with its rude management, broken air conditioner, and slow maintenance staff. We were great roommates, and better friends. Seven months later, Megan was sleeping in the bed across the room from mine, and Carmen and I converged downstairs as we both had to leave for school or work. We went to the door to leave, and there was a letter waiting for us. “Dear Carmen & Kat,” it began. Carmen gave it one glance and said…
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