Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Everyone should experience at least one in their lifetime.
They can be heaven. They can bring you to your knees. Ours was a sort of Purgatory: "a place or state of suffering inhabited by souls of sinners who are expiating their sins before going to heaven." The nuns led me to believe that it was sort of a halfway house. Not the glory of heaven, but not the humidity and heat of the other locale below.
Our first apartment was a three room affair on Deering Street in the heart of the city. Tiny bedroom, small kitchenette with a bathroom next to it and a pretty good size living room. That was it. There was not a lot of place to roam. My suggestion to anyone just starting out in a relationship. Find a three-room unit and see if you can survive with out driving each other crazy or worse. If you can withstand the pressures created by living in such close quarters with another human being for a couple of years, this new found relationship might have a chance. That and finding a place to park every night on the street in front of your place. And if it's meant to be, then at the other end of the tunnel, you'll emerge no worse for wear. Yet in a stronger bond. That's my experience anyway.
And city living has its perks.
At that time, we could get a dozen Dunkin Donuts at the place at the corner for just 99¢.
Now that's livin' the life.
No wonder I survived!