Monday, February 9, 2009
life at the half
a few months ago when i was pitching something into a trash can - the large wooden kind with the swinging flap that says 'thank you' - i completely knocked the door off the front. and before i could slink away to a barista and admit what i had done (not necessary anyway since all eyes were already on me), boom! flashback. instantly i saw the front door of the apartment where i lived during my senior year in college, which nearly always fell off if it wasn't opened just the right way.
and of course that set my mind on a racetrack thinking about all the strange stuff that went on there - in terms of weirdness that place topped even the house we're living in now. i signed the lease primarily because it had 1/2 in the address, which satisfied a housing desire that had been with me from childhood, but as you can see here, i got so much more out of the deal.
402 1/2 was an ancient structure chopped up into six apartments at one point and quite clearly never renovated; we're lucky the thing never went up in smoke. i had a fabulous roommate with a keen eye for detail - she discovered the sickle propped in the front yard and the line of students filing out of our neighbor's basement with their stashes of illegal goods, and of course neither of us could miss the pile of chicago tribunes growing on the porch but obviously they didn't stress us too much.
but my favorite thing on this list (and the most distressing at the time) was the bathtub incident. it was, of course, the one morning i woke up late, did a bedroll into class, and ran back home to shower before an event that afternoon only to find our bathtub sitting on the front porch. our landlord had decided to replace it with a cheesy shower stall, but he hadn't bought the replacement yet. put us in quite a fix.
and today? i googled the address. it's a moroccan restaurant.
where is the weirdest place you've lived?
Posted by aimee