Tell me about your first apartment or home with Daddy.
Michael and I moved into a small two-bedroom quad in May 2007. It was behind a Lone Wolf Mexican Restaurant--a gross little taco drive through--and next to a cemetery. If you walked out onto our front porch, you looked directly into the back alley, and at the wooden fence that separated our home from the cemetery beyond. On the upside, it was always full of beautiful flowers, which was nice.
There was no garage, but there was a private little awning thing to park the jeep under. And we had a nice little outdoor closet out there for things that didn't fit in the house--read, the stuff that Michael brought that was super crap.
Right when you walked inside, to your immediate left was the living room and in front of you was the hallway. If you walked down the hallway, there were two bedrooms--the first was Emerald's nursery (or was going to be--for a while, it was just a storage space) on the left, and then at the end of the hall on the left was our room.
Emerald's nursery had a dark wooden crib and a wooden changing table with two shelves, a rocking chair and matching foot stool in dark blue, and a guest bed that had hand-me-down Barbie sheets on it (it was the bed that I slept in while I was nursing). The theme was jungle animals, and done in colors of cream, sage, and gold. There was only one window, and it looked out on the porch and toward the cemetery.
The master bedroom was just down the hall and had a window that looked out over the small backyard. We didn't go out there terribly often--it was pretty small, more of a dog run than anything else. In our room was a tiny closet and the bed and one dresser we shared.
Walking out of my bedroom, immediately on the left was the bathroom--it was a long bathroom, with lots of counter space before the sink, then the toilet, and the bathtub at the back end. Lots of room in there, which is where we kept the litter box at the opposite end of the room from the tub. The bathtub took FOREVER to fill up since the water pressure was kind of piddly, but when I was pregnant, I would lay in the bathtub for hours and hours and hours because it was how my body was the happiest.
Straight out of my bedroom door (or, leaving the bathroom, to the left of you), was the kitchen. Right when you walked in, the microwave was on the left and the fridge was on the right. Going microwave side, we then had the stove and a little more counter space. Then there was a door that led to a big pantry--the pantry held our washer and dryer, which was nice to have in the apartment, and on the opposite wall we had shelf space for all the food we never had, lol.
Next to the fridge was more counter, and on the opposite wall from where we came in was the dishwasher and sink and counter tops. The counter next to the fridge acted as a island to separate the kitchen and the dining room, if it could be called that. It was a small tiled area that had our kitchen table on one side and a computer table set up on the other.
Adjoining the dining room was the living room, the final room of the house. It had high ceilings and windows that looked out over the porch and the car port.
For the first several months that we lived there, Michael worked at JCPenney and we had ZERO furniture. We had an old beat up blue barcalounger in the living room, plus the "entertainment center" which was a AV utility cart with a little HDTV I had bought Michael as a gift on the top, then the XBOX 360 on the next level, and assorted crap on the bottom. We also had a DVD stand that was always dropping the movies to the floor in one corner. In the bedroom, we had one twin sized mattress and one wooden futon frame that was like sleeping on a wooden picket fence. But unfortunately, with me pregnant, we couldn't both sleep on the twin mattress.
We used to try and trick each other to getting out of the recliner so that we could steal it, lol.
It was a happy home--once we got furniture and all the baby stuff, we could officially no longer fit. We started looking for a bigger place to live when I found out I was expecting Gabriel, but the real motivation was when the bank foreclosed on our landlord and we were evicted. It was pretty rough, but it got us into our lovely three bedroom home that we live in now that we have loved so much, so it worked out for the best =)
~Andie~
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