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
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