Those days are over … you don’t have to sell your body to the night.
No, it’s not my new apartment. Instead, it’s long-lost photos of my graduate dorm room on campus. From 1998-2000!
Rent was $400/month then, payable upfront in a one-time lump sum of $1600 for the semester.
Oh Hamilton Hall. How I’ve missed you! How I miss the ABBA-obsessed neighbors, the late-night X-Files parties, the tarantula egg sac I found in my bananas, the football practice held nightly (it seemed) outside my window, the secret dryer in the laundry room that would dry your clothes for free if you knew the trick, the two nights I unknowingly slept under my deceased neighbor upstairs, the endless rain my first winter in Vancouver, the bar fridge that just never seemed to get cold enough.
Memories…
July 18th, 2008 at 6:05 pm
cozy