I spent an entire year tiptoeing around my own home.
It was my senior year of college. We’d rented a gorgeous apartment on the edge of the historic district. It was in a small 3-story building with just 6 apartments.
Our apartment was on the top floor. It was spacious and had its own balcony. And in the kitchen, there was a huge window that let in lots of sunlight and gave us a perfect view of the state capital building. I loved it!
There was only one other apartment on that floor. In it, lived a young married couple who were always friendly to us. I even once borrowed a cup of flour from them. Well, maybe not “borrowed” as I never returned it. 😉
Sounds great, right?
Not quite. [Read more…]