Oh, relatively spacious apartment with grungy carpet and crazy neighbors – you were a home unlike any other. You were the first place in California where I was allowed to fully unpack and where I actually had to pay rent. You gave me the chance to live with my handsome boyfriend, something I had never done before. You proved to me that I loved living in Long Beach and couldn’t imagine ever leaving SoCal.
We had some really good times together. One of my favorites will always be the house warming/New Years Eve party we had to ring in 2013, just days after we moved in. The most hodgepodge group of people came to celebrate, we used a cooler in place of a fridge, and the night ended with the whole world spinning. We kissed and fell asleep, ready for the new year in our new home.
One of the roughest times we faced was what I like to call: The Great Bed Bug Debacle. Ugh – I don’t think I will ever forgive you for that. My legs are still scarred. Oh and the fact that the bush outside our window was home to so many birds, I felt like I was falling asleep in a Rainforest Cafe. (Seriously – what are birds doing at 11pm?!)
I will miss Girls marathons and mug cookies, waffle mornings and Nintendo 64. I will miss stumbling to DJ Old Boy and Hole Mole being just around the corner, having two closets and the three of us just hanging out. I wont miss bird lady or the freaking gates that everyone slammed too loudly, the hours spent looking for parking or the walls that stained so easily. I wont miss the crappy landlord or useless dryer, the moving out process or falling asleep to the sound of helicopters.
Honestly, I don’t remember the majority of days but when I look back on this time I will remember it as 18 months of finding myself, falling in love, and making friendships so much stronger.
I will always think of Cherry Avenue fondly. You were good to me, and good to us. I hope whoever calls you home next does me proud.
Here’s to my new home – Gotham Lofts, you have some big shoes to fill.