Essay Archive - Going Out On My Own
Going Out On My Own
The upstairs apartment I rented was one of four apartments in an old house that had been converted. It smelled of bok choy and beer from the various tenants, and for a mere one hundred and seventy five dollars a month including bills I had two hundred and fifty square feet comprised of a bathroom, kitchenette and a main room. It was admittedly small, but I did not need much room. I was on my own for the first time, and embarking on a new adventure.
This apartment was located in Norman, Oklahoma, a college town with your typical diversions of beer, bands and girls; not a bad place to be when you’re twenty-one. ....
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