our old apartment is available. september 1st. and the realtor posted pictures. of the gorgeous checkerboard kitchen floor that was practically impossible to clean. of the preserved mantle with the extra inlaid marble i stubbed my toe on daily. of the oversized brick archways into the kitchen that were never large enough to move furniture through. of the brand new washer/dryer that was constantly on the fritz. of the beautiful french doors on the guest room that were warped from the day they were put in. of the too long hallway. of the too small bathroom. of the loud carpet in the master bedroom. of the spacey under the stairs closet without a light. obviously i looked. at everything we could have hated but grew to love. a friend told me, probably thinking id be thrilled because i loved that place. probably not knowing that it just makes me think.
and id move back in a second...
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