Last Night at 56 Murray in Inside My Head

  • Feb. 3, 2014, 8:32 p.m.
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Last Night at 56 Murray 5/20/2004

I've been at this apartment longer than any other place I've been in in college. I've probably loved this place the most too...so many memories....

I remember first getting here and being so excited that I was so close to downtown. I remember all the times I pregamed at Corinne's apartment around the block. I'll miss getting ready with Ivy and Tanya to go out to The Rat for fifteen cent chicken wings every Wednesday night. I'll miss our smoking room with the comfy blue couch and watching The Sopranos in our living room wrapped up in my blanket.

Chris was the first boy I ever invited back to my apartment...I remember sitting with him on my green couch for the first time he was over...I was so nervous, and I was huddled into a ball at the end of the couch not knowing what to do.

I lost my virginity in my bedroom in this apartment. It obviously wasn't a big deal to him but it's a very big deal to me.

I had sex with Henry in this apartment....he was one of the first guys I initiated a conversation with.

I remember cooking dinners with the Murray girls and having random conversations about sex in the small dining room by the kitchen.

I remember getting high in Maria's oom while watching random movies or getting high in our smoking room on my twenty-first birthday.

I remember moving into this apartment in the pouring rain at nighttime...we carried televisions, mattresses, and I don't even know how many boxes from Ivy's old house to this apartment...I thought I'd never be able to be dry or warm again....

This was the first place where I didn't cry myself to sleep on the first night of being here...Once I walked in, I simply didn't feel that crushing feeling of homesickness.

I almost want to stay here for another year, but on the other hand, I don't. It wouldn't be the same without Corinne being here almost every other day, or Ivy being two bedrooms away from me...so I guess it's best that I leave...although it hurts so much....


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