This is my first home away from my family (top right). I loved living here with AM. We had so much fun in that apartment, but also a lot of heart ache. A lot happened in that apartment. Relationships began and ended. New friends were made too!
Living on the top was great because we didn't have neighbors above us stomping around! However, it was also a pain carrying heavy things up all those stairs!
One night, AM and I decided we wanted ice cream so we immediately headed downstairs to the car. Suddenly, we realized we couldn't get in the car because we had no keys. Our apartment had both a bolt and a door knob lock. We had locked the door knob. Crap!
So we went downstairs and through the laundry room to the other side of the building to our "on-site manager" who was NEVER there to see if he could let us back in. He didn't answer. Go figure. So we sat outside for a little bit trying to figure out what to do.
We finally decided one of us would have to climb up the side to our balcony. AM ended up doing it because the wood was kind of old, and I was heavier than her. I stayed right under her in case I somehow had to catch her, as well as played look out for cops thinking we were breaking in.
Thankfully, we hadn't put the stick in the track to keep out the bad guys. Of course, up until then we didn't really think much of it. Once we realized how easy it was to break in, that stick was in there all the time!
We never locked ourselves out again after that!
The next best part of living on the third floor with a balcony was being able to do this! We only did it a couple times, and never with anything that could explode (like a trash bag full of trash) but it was fun watching old broken stuff fall apart when we threw it over the balcony!
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