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Saturday, March 11, 2023

Apartment B-11: 11 of 31

I got married very young. After one year in college, summer came, and I was on my honeymoon. My husband, Shawn, and I began planning to move into our new married housing apartment on campus in the fall of 1996. I remember being so excited to have a place all our own. We loaded our car, and my mother-in-law came down to help us move in and settle. 

When we first walked into the apartment, I didn't know what I was expecting, but I got completely overwhelmed and bawled my eyes out. The space was so small, and it all finally hit me. This is where we'd be living. 

It all worked out, and that little apartment with no storage and barely any walking space became home. We lived in the apartment for four years. I remember feeling like it was boot camp for our relationship. If we could survive year-round school in a tiny apartment together for four years, we could likely get through anything. That has proved to be true. 

On our 20th anniversary in 2016, we returned to take our picture in front of the door. We heard they would soon tear down the old buildings, and we wanted to take one last look. I'm glad we did. One last memory at good old B-11. 





2 comments:

  1. This sounds like a fun memory--now that it's a memory! What a great topic for a slice--places that have become home after an inauspicious beginning. Living in a place with someone you love definitely goes a long way toward making it feel like home!

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  2. We also married young while our apartment was slightly larger than you describe, we hardly had any money. We went out once a month to a chain steak house and that was our treat. Definitely marriage boot camp. We are on year 43.

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