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April 5, 2017
Thirty years ago I got my first solo apartment. All mine. Upstairs from a slightly scary big dude, at the edge of the student ghetto, it was nevertheless all mine. I remember mom helping me clean it -it was filthy when I got it- and putting up cheap bamboo blinds on the back porch / sunroom area just off the kitchen. There wasn't much we could do about the bathroom, the shower was definitely scary and I know mom was probably biting her tongue about it. It was senior spring, I only had one class and worked at the Chinese restaurant.