Today my 20 year old granddaughter invited me to come see her apartment. She moved into an apartment with a friend when she came back from college for the summer last June and has been saying ever since that she wants me to come see it when she gets it all fixed up. She has been doing more work on it over Christmas break and says she is ready for me to see it now. I'm excited. She's the granddaughter who is studying art and design so she may have done some interesting decorating. I was 20 when I moved into my first apartment. I was starting my first year of teaching and a friend who would be teaching nearby and I decided to share an apartment. We started with a basement apartment in a private home. That's when I discovered that I don't like basement living. I am a little bit claustrophobic and it's always dark. After a month I learned of a couple who were going to Florida for the winter and wanted to rent their house to a couple of responsible teachers. We were thrilled and really enjoyed living in their nice two story house, so much better than a basement with people tromping around overhead. Sadly, they liked Florida so much that they sold their house at the end of the year. Lucky for us we found a cute little bungalow for the second year in that school system. My granddaughter's apartment is in an apartment complex so no cute little house for her, but I'm sure it's very nice. I'll find out later this week, and, no matter what, I will love it.
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