{"id":197,"date":"2005-11-27T14:49:27","date_gmt":"2005-11-27T21:49:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nerdseyeview.com\/blog\/?p=197"},"modified":"2011-08-24T07:52:51","modified_gmt":"2011-08-24T14:52:51","slug":"this-is-where-we-used-to-live","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nerdseyeview.com\/blog\/2005\/11\/27\/this-is-where-we-used-to-live\/","title":{"rendered":"This Is Where We Used to Live"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/www.nerdseyeview.com\/IMG\/BlogPhotos\/EBoston.JPG\" alt=\"Photo of fenced apartment building\" width=\"560\" height=\"293\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I rented a tiny studio in this building about 10 years ago. My place had lots of windows, it was surprisingly sunny in there. It also had a kitchen that was big enough for two people to eat in. There was a giant walk-in closet and loads of built in cabinets. For a miniscule apartment, it was quite liveable.<\/p>\n<p>Here are some things that I remember from when I lived there.<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>My neighbor, Richard, used to listen to conservative talk radio on Sunday afternoons. He&#8217;d be in his living room with the door open to the courtyard and I could always hear him shouting in outrage and disbelief at the radio. &#8220;Richard, you could turn that off,&#8221; I&#8217;d say. &#8220;Yeah, I know,&#8221; he replied, &#8220;but I feel like I should know what these people are up to.&#8221;<\/li>\n<li>On a sunny March day, I called in sick, dragged my armchair in to the doorway so it faced the sun, and stayed home reading Geek Love and drinking coffee.<\/li>\n<li>We had a courtyard party one summer night, we sat outside having BBQ and drinking beer and smoking a little dope. About 2am I closed the door and went to bed. People were still drinking beer in the courtyard. Someone outside popped open the mail slot. &#8220;Hey, you got any more of that pot in there?&#8221; After that, I taped a piece of cardboard over the mail slot.<\/li>\n<li>My television burst in to flames one evening. I very calmly unplugged it and set it outside on the steps.<\/li>\n<li>One of the girls in the apartment across from me was a firefighter. She saw me one day when she was driving the truck and honked the horn. I jumped sky high. &#8220;You know,&#8221; she said to me later, &#8220;when I&#8217;m driving the truck I forget just how loud that horn is.<\/li>\n<li>I had a huge crush on a guy that I finally got up the nerve to invite over for dinner. He told me my apartment was not the smallest apartment he&#8217;d ever been in. We stood back to back and measured the width of my one room in arm lengths.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>I liked living there until I learned that the apartment was the cause of my terrible health that year &#8211; the building had dry rot and mold and it was making me very, very sick. Tired of feeling so bad all the time, I quit my job, broke up with my boyfriend, and moved, all at once.<\/p>\n<p>The property was purchased by the school on the North end of the block. They&#8217;re going to knock it down and expand the school. I&#8217;m glad it&#8217;s not going to be yet another condo complex, but I did feel a sad, sweet sense of nostalgia seeing it fenced off and graffitied. While I snapped photos, a couple on their walk wandered by and asked me about the building. &#8220;I used to live there,&#8221; I said. &#8220;I&#8217;m sad to see it go.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I rented a tiny studio in this building about 10 years ago. My place had lots of windows, it was surprisingly sunny in there. It also had a kitchen that was big enough for two people to eat in. There was a giant walk-in closet and loads of built in cabinets. 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