The Old Apartment

I recently moved to the yuppier suburb just east of my old apartment.

Its a really quiet apartment in a much nicer neighborhood and I couldn't be happier with it.

With that said its seems like the perfect time to look back at my old place and take inventory of all of the things I so greatly miss about it.

I miss my neighbors who lived above us. I miss their loud "domestic disputes," I miss how they used to play their Al Green albums with the volume turned up as high as it would go when ever they were getting "intimate." I miss hearing the unmistakable sounds of Ebonics. I miss hearing them "rearranging their furniture" at 2 am.

I miss our Landlord who was too cheap to put the heat on. I miss wearing a winter jacket and hat to bed.

I miss my hockey equipment that was stolen out of the basement and often wonder how much crack you can buy with ice skates and some smelly shoulder pads.

I miss the guy who would come into the alley of our apartment and let out a loud whistle at exactly 9:30pm every evening to let the nearby tenants know that "the drugs had come."

I miss the approximately 1 mile of bars down the nearby main street, with every drunken college kid in the area spilling out into the streets at all hours of the night.

I miss dirt cheap rent and reciting the old adage, "you get what you pay for" in my head over and over again.

I miss the bugs that began to infest the apartment towards the end of our two year residency.

I miss typing from my computer that was propped up on a card table.

I miss the times when I didn't have renters insurance and all of my personal belongings could be stolen or destroyed at any time with no chance of financial restitution.

I miss my twin bed and regret purchasing a larger bed with the ample room and superior sleep environment that it provides.

I really miss that place.

Seriously.