This weekend I am preparing to move. I wanted to break down living in Salem into
the numbers:
4: apartments I’ve
lived in in Salem (including my new one).
3: roommates I’ve had
in Salem (including my husband).
3rd floor:
furthest up I’ve lived.
0: times I’ve lived
above the first floor since the hell of moving in and out of a 3rd
floor apartment.
2: pets in apartments.
2: housewarming
parties hosted.
3: Christmas parties
hosted.
1: times the police
have come to my apartment (when a woman on drugs rang on our doorbell at 3am).
1: times the fire
department have come to my apartment (when my husband thought the dying battery
warning on the carbon monoxide detector meant we had a carbon monoxide leak at
2am. It didn’t. We survived).
2: Presidential
elections I’ve voted in since living in Salem.
7: Halloweens I’ve
either been a part of or tried to avoid in Salem.
3: Trick-or-Treaters
who have visited me at any of these apartments.
2: rodent situations
in my apartments. The first was a mouse
that I walked in on in the middle of dying in the kitchen. The second was a rat that was wreaking havoc
on my apartment.
5: couches I’ve had
(or roommates have had) in apartments.
1: couches that didn’t
fit up my 3rd floor walk up.
Endless: memories in
all of these apartments.
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