And the Memories Begin

Well faithful blog readers, this is a rare and special occasion. I am blogging twice in less than 24 hours. I hope I don't get any of you too excited because I highly doubt that this will occur frequently.

Today, as you know, I moved out of my Starkville apartment and into my new apartment. I had the most amazing help from my parents and some of my very best friends. Big props to the parentals and my MVFs (most valuable friends). Mom and Dad- the move wouldn't have been possible with out you. Thank you! Lauren- you will always be my dad's favorite. I think you have earned a higher position than me in his will. And I can't thank you enough for you help loading, unloading, organizing, brain power, and friendship. Casey- your organization, encouragement, handiness, and hulk-like muscles were the biggest help. Davis- I strongly believe my dresser would not have made it to my second story apartment without your help and strength. My dresser is not moving from this apartment for a long time, possibly ever considering how hard it was to maneuver up the stairs.

As I hoped for in my last post, memorable stories have already occurred in the new apartment. Moving my furniture into this bad boy was memorable enough to last me a life time. Lauren and Casey so wonderfully decided to stay with me on my first night. We unloaded the truck, ate dinner at my parents', made a Walmart and wine run, and were organizing. As our night was winding down (roughly around 12:15 am) I walked through the kitchen and smelled gas. Immediately, I asked my friends to validate the smell and my sanity. They smelled it too. My normal instinct at this point would have been to call my parents. However, they were most likely deep in sleep. So, we called Casey's parents. We told them the story and asked what our next move should be. Casey's dad, who is a firefighter, suggested that we call the fire department and have them check for a gas leak. He said it was normal and happened pretty regularly. Great, I thought. Not only have I been clanging up the stairs all day, moving furniture across the door, hammering nails into the wall, but now I was going to have a firetruck come to my apartment in the middle of the night- sirens blazing. Not off to a fantastic start of making friends with my new neighbors. Naturally, I had Casey call the fire department because I was very busy in my state of panic. Needless to say, 10 minutes later a huge firetruck (with lights and thankfully no sirens) arrives at my apartment with 4 smoking hot firemen. I answered the door, explained that I just moved in and what our concerns were. They were very helpful and understanding. And did I mention they were smoking hot? As one of the hotties was running carbon dioxide tests, the fire chief was looking around my apartment and asked if I had any smoke detectors installed... After a long, awkward pause I attempted to explain my complete lack of smoke detectors. Apparently these modern marvels are $5 at Walmart. They are now the first thing on my to do list for tomorrow. As they were checking I'm sure they were appalled at the amount of fire hazards created by boxes, appliances, trash bags, and the likes. They continued to run their tests... And found nothing. However they were nice enough to explain that we probably did smell gas and did the right thing by checking. You would be proud to know that all three of us twenty-something girls conducted ourselves with grace and maturity in front of the hotties. However, as soon as they left we began gawking and swooning. Only to discover that said hotties were waiting outside the door. And likely heard every word we said. My luck is fantastic (not). I'm still not sure if they were making us feel better or actually found something, but they returned to my apartment to let us know that they ran more tests outside and think they found what we were smelling.

All of this occurred in the first 24 hours of the lease for my new apartment. Needless to say, I'm sure more stories will unfold. Thank you to Lauren and Casey for staying with me tonight and being absolutely amazing.

Lessons learned today:
My new type of men- firefighters.
My new struggle- meeting men under the wrong circumstances.
Typical Annie Problems.

Learning Daily,
Annie

Home Is Where the Heart Is

I dedicate this blog to my roommates.  The official roommates: Lauren W, Laura Kay, Lauren R, and Morgan.  The unofficial roommates: Hannah Grace, Casey, Victoria, Brooke, Chelsi, and anyone who should have claimed 503D on their tax returns.

Today I literally have all of my belongings in my living room of my Starkville apartment and am getting ready to move to my big girl apartment!  As exciting as it is to officially be moving to the next chapter, it is also really sad to be leaving such a huge part of my life behind.  Starkville has my heart.

During my four years at MSU, I've lived in 3 places- Griffis (Nerd Alert), the Kappa Delta House, and 503D (x2).  Each place has memories that I couldn't forget if I tried.  As I've been packing up the apartment that I've lived in for two years, I've found myself getting very sentimental.  This should come as a shock to no one.  Sentimental might as well be my middle name.  Anyway- with all its struggles, I have truly come to love 503D.  Our sweet duplex has had its fair share of problems.  And by fair share, I mean more than enough.  Some include, but are not limited to- Harry Potter's room (yes, we have a cupboard under the stairs), closets that can't fit more than 3 hangers, 3 different air conditions, complete lack of air circulation to the upstairs, holes in the wall, wobbling fans, 2 different dishwashers,  and much more.  

One point of extreme pride and embarrassment for 503D is that it is possibly the only house in America that has one of the original microwaves installed and still functioning.  Not only can this microwave not fit a large dinner plate inside it, but somehow the microwave door was installed upside down.  That irritates this OCD girl beyond belief.  Another charming feature is that the upstairs shower, aka my shower, was built by midgets.  It had to be.  I've always been a tall girl, and currently stand at six feet tall.  The shower head is literally at my shoulder.  I consider it a miracle that I have not fallen to my death while showering.  On the bright side- my limbo skills are now something to brag about.  503D has always been the underdog, always has a struggle.  One of the greatest struggles has been with our washing machine.  When Lauren, LK, and I moved in we had a washing machine that was possibly older than all of us combined.  But it worked.  So we didn't complain.  Until one day, it didn't.  We called the landlord to bring us a new one, and so the struggle began.  They found us a brand new one, but they had to take the door frame off of our back door to get it in our house.  They replaced it, and we thought we were on our way to clean clothes once again.  However, with our new washing machine we couldn't open our back door.  This presented quite a fire hazard and was frowned upon by most of our visitors.  Strangely, the three of us didn't think this was a huge issue.  Once again, the door frame was removed, our new washing machine taken away, and we were given another washing machine that was even older than the first.  It works, but has to be propped up by Lauren's College Algebra book in order to remain level and drain properly.  Struggle McStruggle.

This completely quirky and dysfunctional apartment has given me so many memories and laughs.  Sometimes, you just have to role with the punches.  And usually, you can get a pretty good story out of it.  For some reason, I'm going to miss this odd apartment more than I can say, but I can't wait for my new one!  I'm sure there will be many more stories to tell.

Learning Daily,

Annie