Number 2!!!!
Day 2 of 30 days of memes.
I haven't really lived in too many places. I was born in Rutland, Vermont and lived in my mother's house for most of my life. In my lifetime my family house has never moved. I'm happy about this, because my mother's house is AMAZING. It is an old large Victorian with a ton of character. It has a balcony, a wrap around porch, columns in the foyer, two staircases to the second floor, a steeple and amazing geometry. When I was little I thought I lived in a castle. Whenever my parents go on vacation - which is quite often since they retired - I move back in to house sit with my husband. I love it. I use the fireplace in the winter and let my dog run in the yard. It's wonderful. Not to mention they have a real kitchen with appliances from this decade. All in all, the house I grew up in is the tits.
So, anyhow, I lived in a dorm my first two years of college. It was in Knowles North at SUNY Potsdam. The location was good because it was close to Crane, and most of my classes were there. My first roommate was really cool. She was from NYC and was a double reed player, like me. My second roommate and I got along but had some base differences. I remember I hid a guinea pig under the bed for a while. That poor guinea pig. Light must have terrified him in the end. Regardless, I moved out of the dorms for the third year of school. Then I moved to an apartment on Main street in Potsdam with my friend Matt and his roommate Elliot. Elliot was a drunk political science major who was irresponsible and obnoxious. Matt was and is awesome. I can't remember if we were dating when we first moved in to the apartment - we kind of went on and off for a while. I also ended up dating a different Matt who lived downstairs from me in that building. Also, the walls were pretty much paper.
Anyhow, I had a mini nervous breakdown and came back to my mother's house. There I stayed until February 5th, 2011 when I moved into my very first grownup apartment with my then boyfriend, Ryan. This apartment is a one bedroom, on the second floor, with a porch. Of course, it's in the ghetto and has little to no counter space, but it has a nice pantry! Also, I ever realized how lucky I was to have my dog on the second floor until I took her to house sit at my mother's. If ANYONE walks or drives down the street, she barks. She runs to the door, stands up to look out the window, and barks insanely. I had no idea she was like this because apparently on the second floor she doesn't notice people passing. It probably helps that we're at the back of the house, too.
Oh, I suppose in between New York and my new apartment, I lived in England for a semester. We had 5 people in a flat, and three people were in my room. I remember cutting out of that apartment half way through the semester and crashing on the couch in the boy's flat. It was too crowded with the girls and I pretty much stayed up all night anyhow hanging out with a friend in the guy's flat. Oh! And the washers/dryers in London were WAAAAAAAAY too complicated. I did NOT understand them. It was difficult.
Ok, I guess that's pretty much it. Questions? Comments? Concerns?
I haven't really lived in too many places. I was born in Rutland, Vermont and lived in my mother's house for most of my life. In my lifetime my family house has never moved. I'm happy about this, because my mother's house is AMAZING. It is an old large Victorian with a ton of character. It has a balcony, a wrap around porch, columns in the foyer, two staircases to the second floor, a steeple and amazing geometry. When I was little I thought I lived in a castle. Whenever my parents go on vacation - which is quite often since they retired - I move back in to house sit with my husband. I love it. I use the fireplace in the winter and let my dog run in the yard. It's wonderful. Not to mention they have a real kitchen with appliances from this decade. All in all, the house I grew up in is the tits.
So, anyhow, I lived in a dorm my first two years of college. It was in Knowles North at SUNY Potsdam. The location was good because it was close to Crane, and most of my classes were there. My first roommate was really cool. She was from NYC and was a double reed player, like me. My second roommate and I got along but had some base differences. I remember I hid a guinea pig under the bed for a while. That poor guinea pig. Light must have terrified him in the end. Regardless, I moved out of the dorms for the third year of school. Then I moved to an apartment on Main street in Potsdam with my friend Matt and his roommate Elliot. Elliot was a drunk political science major who was irresponsible and obnoxious. Matt was and is awesome. I can't remember if we were dating when we first moved in to the apartment - we kind of went on and off for a while. I also ended up dating a different Matt who lived downstairs from me in that building. Also, the walls were pretty much paper.
Anyhow, I had a mini nervous breakdown and came back to my mother's house. There I stayed until February 5th, 2011 when I moved into my very first grownup apartment with my then boyfriend, Ryan. This apartment is a one bedroom, on the second floor, with a porch. Of course, it's in the ghetto and has little to no counter space, but it has a nice pantry! Also, I ever realized how lucky I was to have my dog on the second floor until I took her to house sit at my mother's. If ANYONE walks or drives down the street, she barks. She runs to the door, stands up to look out the window, and barks insanely. I had no idea she was like this because apparently on the second floor she doesn't notice people passing. It probably helps that we're at the back of the house, too.
Oh, I suppose in between New York and my new apartment, I lived in England for a semester. We had 5 people in a flat, and three people were in my room. I remember cutting out of that apartment half way through the semester and crashing on the couch in the boy's flat. It was too crowded with the girls and I pretty much stayed up all night anyhow hanging out with a friend in the guy's flat. Oh! And the washers/dryers in London were WAAAAAAAAY too complicated. I did NOT understand them. It was difficult.
Ok, I guess that's pretty much it. Questions? Comments? Concerns?