We had 2 potential replacement tenants come through our apartment last night. One was a weird, older woman who did nothing but talk about how great her current apartment was. The other was a young engaged couple looking for a new place together, much like DrummerWife and I were 2 years ago when we moved into the place. They got the apartment - that wasn't what was weird. What was weird was that it was a) strange to have people parading through your home, and b) weird to be watching the people that would be moving into your home when you leave eyeing it up like a dude picking out his lobster from the tank in the lobby of a restaurant.
I felt like shaking those two kids and going, "Yeah, you think it's great now, but just wait 6 months! It'll be small! Cramped! You'll hate the jackass who lives on the other side of that wall!" But I didn't do that. Because I remember how charmed DrummerWife and I were by the place when we first saw (strange as that seems now) and I figured I'd let the kids discover the truth on their own.
On a somewhat serious note though, it's odd to think that I might just miss the place. It was our first "home", and it always will be. God bless you, crappy little apartment.
I felt like shaking those two kids and going, "Yeah, you think it's great now, but just wait 6 months! It'll be small! Cramped! You'll hate the jackass who lives on the other side of that wall!" But I didn't do that. Because I remember how charmed DrummerWife and I were by the place when we first saw (strange as that seems now) and I figured I'd let the kids discover the truth on their own.
On a somewhat serious note though, it's odd to think that I might just miss the place. It was our first "home", and it always will be. God bless you, crappy little apartment.
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