Sometimes I get a little giddy thinking about how great our apartment is. The big windows, the washer and dryer, the luxury! It is just so much better than what we had before.
Some problems our last apartment had:
Low ceilings. The ceilings were so low that I practiced my violin either sitting down or kneeling. We couldn't invite anyone to visit that was over 6'. Not if they valued their heads anyway.
No counter tops. Our kitchen had very little counter space. What little we had was taken up by the dish rack and the toaster. I often put a cookie sheet over the stove to prepare food.
The windows. The windows were teeny tiny, which meant very little sunlight. Also they were a fire hazard because most of them didn't open. Even if they had opened, I could barely fit my hips through and Brad had no hope of even trying.
The cold. Because we were in the basement of an older home that wasn't very well insulated, we were always freezing. I carried our space heater (whom we affectionately called Hubert) from room to room. I actually had to put our bread dough on top of the space heater because our apartment was too cold for it to rise (even in May). During the winter, the windows had frost on the outside and the inside.
Carpet in the kitchen. We had to vacuum, oh, about every 30 seconds, and we didn't even have children.
No disposal. It seemed like every pea or grain of rice clogged the sink.
Still, it was better than our first apartment that was so small that we had to stand on the bed to look in our closet and when we knelt at the foot at the bed to pray together our feet were in the bathroom. We are slowly moving up in the world. Maybe our next apartment will have a dishwasher or a bathroom with a real door and not just an accordion closet door!
Anyone else have fun stories of their crappy first apartments?
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