While moving into a new apartment is always delish and exciting, this time it comes with a teensy bit of sadness too, as I have been living with my friend Bridget for the past nine months. And who would want to live in a ghetto fab apartment with anyone but Bridget? She has protected me from months of loneliness while my James is in A-stan, AND from neighbors crazier than a chicken coop on fire. She understands- and appreciates- the therapeutic magic of ice cream, HGTV, and the words of Ron Swanson. To make it clear how much I will miss her, I have compiled a list of my fave memories of the past few months:
- Two words: granite countertops.
- Megan, all alone in the apartment, hiding from the neighbors under my bed.
- SCARY ransom notes from the neig- waaaait, I mean Cora.
- The only creature that requires more attention than me, Tigger.
- Tigger barfing in your bedroom.
- Christmastime and a gazillion paper snowflakes.
- Sarah Palin's Alaska.
- Every Girl Should be Married!
- And... your subsequent engagement :)
- Snow drifts in front of the mailbox.
- Girlz Weekend 2011, 5,000 Oreos, and snowshoeing Mt. Marquette.
- Bridesmaid dress shopping in the Bay of Green.
- "Eat Arby's Foooooooooodddd... it's GOOOOOD MOOOOOOD FOOOODDDD!"
- Parks and Rec
- Cora: "I STILL OWN YOU BOTH FOR 15 MINUTES!"
I know there's a million more memories I will cherish forever, but this list will suffice as a reminder of the silly times spent in that teeny tiny apartment on Longyear Avenue. Even though it didn't have stainless steel appliances (oh yeah... it didn't have windows in the living room either) it wasn't so bad after all :)
Then...
And now...
