the old haunts: old apartments

when i first moved to salt lake city i didnt know anyone. at all. really, i had met people at the school i was going to work at once, and thats it. my mom and i flew out there a month or two before i was going to move there to scout out a place to live. the best we could find was a little one bedroom apartment that i could barely afford (if i wanted to go out and see a movie, i would have to donate plasma for extra money...). i lived here on the bottom floor for only about six months, but it worked well and i have some good memories of the place!
after meeting once, sean and i decided that we should be roommates (through the suggestion of his sister, whom i did actually know), and it was fantastic! we ended up living in this apartment complex for about a year and a half, having a great time!
it was really cool to be able to show diana the different places i had lived and the place where all those salt lake city stories happened!
we lived on the first floor, which meant that our 'back porch' was a bit underground... i remember many days of coming out that slider door and leaning against the ledge talking to family back home. (my crappy cell phone would always drop calls if i tried to answer it in side the apartment, so i got to spend a lot of time on this porch getting mad at the geese that were too loud while i was on the phone!)

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