In 1984 there weren’t many apartment choices in small-town Utah. Even though it is a college town, it is still a small town. They have dorms for students, but married housing was hard to come by. We felt very fortunate to have a “connection” that got us a 3-bedroom apartment at a reasonable rate. It was a pretty nice place, although storage was limited (even with three bedrooms) and it didn’t have a bathtub, just a small shower. The washer hookups were right in the middle of the hallway and on carpet! I stressed about leaking every time I turned on our old washing machine. Dryer hookups were non-existent, but we didn’t have a dryer anyway, so it didn’t matter. We just hung everything up in the spare bedroom on drying racks and planned a couple of days in advance. When Bossy was born, my mom suggested cloth diapers. (She thought everyone should use cloth diapers.) Can you just imagine hanging them all over?
I had to bathe Bossy in the bathroom sink! The bathroom was also carpeted, so we had to be careful about splashing. We had a basement apartment, so we had about ten steps to get to ground level. Rain is not a huge problem there except that if you remember right, I said the year was 1984. Remember the big floods in Utah that and the previous year? More than once our carpet near the front door was soaked by rainwater that backed up in the tiny drain.
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The complex owners were kind enough to let us plant a small garden the second summer we spent there, but sadly, we turned our veggies over to the neighbors when we decided to move right before harvest time. It was a difficult decision to leave our families and friends and branch out on our own, but my sweetie had secured a good job in the Salt Lake Valley and I was anxious to complete my degree. So off we went…we didn’t miss the frogs.
Our early apartments were seldom luxerious and often had lots of quirks but has any home ever made you happier. Things and room do not necessarily equate a home. Some of my best times were surrounded by orange crates for decor.
ReplyDeleteAnd, you will always rememeber those frogs.
I love this. My husband and I are in our second apartment right now and I can't wait to see what stories and adventures we'll have to tell years down the road about this apartment!
ReplyDeleteI don't know if I would be excited or grossed out by all those frogs lol.
ReplyDeleteChuck and I also moved away from our families, from San Diego to Seattle. But we didn't have frogs. We left big, black water bugs.
ReplyDeleteDon't miss those at all!
We had 2 frogs out front the other day, that was more than enough for me! And thank you for linking me, I need (haha ok, I want) more readers. :)
ReplyDeleteMy kids were sad when MIL was in a nursing home and BIL convinced her to sell her house. The kids love the tiny toads they found in her shed in the spring...
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