And We Move Again

1999

We had decided it was time to move.  Again.

Third time’s the apart­ment charm.

And so we began to look around.  This time we were look­ing to move out­side the City.  We were leav­ing Detroit.

It was bit­ter­sweet.  I was excited to move. I was tired of the lack of gro­cery stores & strange men on our porch.  I was ready for a change & after the whole Alex sit­u­a­tion I no longer felt com­fort­able at my old work.  Turns out Sarah wasn’t fond of me, go fig­ure. Mike was also ready for a change.  He wanted to be able to go for evening walks & not think of where we should or shouldn’t walk.

But at the same time in our excite­ment and readi­ness for some­thing dif­fer­ent we were going to miss the City we met each other in.  The City we shared our first apart­ment in.  The City we started a home in.

After look­ing at about 100 apart­ments I got a call at my new work.  I was work­ing as an opti­cian & it was almost 9.   He told me that he had seen a small apart­ment with two bed­rooms, a base­ment space with laun­dry in it that we’d have free access to.  Plus, it was just over a $100 more than our cur­rent rent, some­thing we could actu­ally afford.

It sounded like a dream.

Espe­cially since all the other places we’d seen had been 1 bed­rooms, with no stor­age, laun­dry was an arm & a leg (first-born for using the dryer) at twice the cost of our cur­rent place.  I think if we had each sold a kid­ney we’d have been golden for those places.

I could go & see it on my way home.  He gave me the num­ber & after I fin­ished talk­ing to him I called.  I was on my way to see the apart­ment within the next 15 minutes.

It was one of two apart­ments on the back of a build­ing being used for the landlord’s real estate busi­ness.  The neigh­bor­hood was quiet but near every­thing.  I walked up the stairs into the apart­ment.  It was small in its lay­out, not as much space as the cur­rent Detroit place but the base­ment area & laun­dry made up for that.  I mean a washer AND a dryer!  And we didn’t have to pay extra for it.  It was included.

It was per­fect.  I told her that I loved it.  Within a month we were moved in.  Lit­tle did we know this was the apart­ment that we’d change & grow in ways that we could only dream of.

[this is part of my “how I met your father” series]

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