Yesterday, my friend MsP wrote a post she called “Copycat!” because it was modeled after the one I wrote the other day for my blogiversary (In response to the fact that I get more clicks from her site than any other, she commented “It’s because I’m all linky, no thinky. You post clever things, I copy them.”)
I’m as fond of being called clever as the next girl, but in reality, I think I swipe just as much from her — and probably more. Take this post of hers from a couple of months back. I read it and thought, “wow, that’s a great idea for a post” and sat down and made a draft of my own then and there. Given that I move with nearly as often as she does, I thought I’d steal the entire idea and save it for the next time I get a new place, but I’m sharing it now just to prove that she gives as many good ideas as she gets.
It’s really quite amazing (to me, at least) to look back on all the places that I’ve lived over the years. Since graduating from college in 1993, I’ve lived
- at home with my parent, from May until the beginning of 1994,
- when I moved back to the Albany area, and settled in my first all-mine place, in the Valley View apartment complex. Even at some ridiculously cheap amount of rent ($450 a month, I think) it proved too expensive,
- so I moved in with Wendy and Marlene in a ramshackle three-bedroom apartment in Troy, across the street from a crack park. (Fun!) After a year or so, Wendy left to move in with her then-fiance (now ex-husband)
- and Marlene and I found a new place in Troy, in an apartment complex so nondescript that I can’t remember what it was called, but it was a much better neighborhood. Eventually, Marlene left to move in with her fiance (and still-husband) and Shannon moved in. We decided we needed more space
- so we moved to the Country Gardens apartments, still in South Troy. They were neither in the country nor garden-like, for the record. We stayed there until 1998,
- when I ran away from home and moved in with my sister in Fredericksburg, Va. I found a job in DC fairly quickly, and since she was working there too,
- we headed north fairly quickly, and rented a a gigantic, two-story apartment in a complex called Foxchase of Alexandria. After about a year, we were thoroughly convinced that adult siblings should never live together,
- and we went our separate ways. I ended up in Northeast DC, near Union Station, living in a tiny place with my then-boyfriend (now somebody else’s husband). After he left for grad school, I would have kept the apartment, but it was overpriced and the landlord thought a barely-functioning furnace was a-ok,
- so I moved to the other side of Capitol Hill, to a place in an alley now known as Freedom Way. When I lived there, my address was the much-less-quaint “Pennsylvania Ave SE – Rear,” and was nigh-on impossible to find. I was settling into a somewhat hermit-like lifestyle
- when my friend Heidi found herself in need of a roommate, so we rented a great place a block from the Barracks Row Main Street. The house was so old that it was frame and fully-detached and had built-in bookcases and heart pine floors. It was easily the nicest place I’ve had in my adult life. Heidi, alas, moved away for grad school
- and I couldn’t afford to stay there on my own nor bear the idea if breaking in a new roommate, so I moved 10 blocks up and two blocks over, back into northeast. This place was fine, though entirely unremarkable. I’d probably live there still,
- had not my friend Megan been apartment hunting, and found a place with two units available, where the rent was lower, the neighborhood more convenient, and the apartments nicer. And there I remain.
At one point a few years back, I realized that I had lived in nine places in eight years, so clearly, I’ve been cutting back on the moving and am now down to a nearly normal-seeming 12 places in 15 years. I’d love to buy a house and settle down for good, but, well… I don’t have the half-million dollars that a fixer-upper in my neighborhood requires. Sigh.