Well…make that “the LITTLE apartment adventure.” The hovel in question was the first place I rented all by my young self, with the proceeds from my first full-time office job.
LOL! Yes, it was tiny. A one-room studio with a fold-out bed that disguised itself as the sofa when it was put away. But oh my: I was proud of it. And I did love living there.
I’d finished the bachelor’s degree at the University of Arizona and come back up to the Phoenix area with no place much to live and nothing much to do. Quickly found that living with my parents in Sun City was decidedly not my speed. So I landed a receptionist’s job at a law firm (yeah: that’s what a B.A. and a Phi Beta Kappa key got a female college graduate in 1966…) and moved into that cute little apartment.
Yahoo! FREE from Mom and Dad, and NO ROOMMATE.
What better way to define Nirvana, eh?
Well. Probably like you, I wouldn’t think much of it today. But boy oh boy, was it the business then!
Ahhh, the good ole’ days! 😀 😀 😀 😀