I met Lee just a couple weeks before my nineteenth birthday. At the time I was smack dab in the middle of some conflict with my stepmom. A conflict that had been going on for almost a year…ever since I dropped out of college. At that point I was on the verge of moving to New Jersey to live with my mom. But then I met Lee.

So I decided not to move out East, but to at least move out. My dad, stepmom and I spent a couple weekends looking at apartments and finally settled on one. It was a small one bedroom which fit me perfectly since I was just one person and broke.

My dad paid my deposit and first months rent and then I moved in with Lee and his friend’s help.

The apartment had a door that led to the parking lot. [And by that I mean it didn't have a door for the apartment building and then a separate door to my apartment. I just had one door that led outside.] I was on the second floor so you would come through my front door and then immediately go up a flight of stairs.

At the top of the stairs was my kitchen. Look at how enormous that thing is. We were lucky if two people fit in there at once. But it did the job.

If you came up the stairs and took a right you were in my bedroom. If you look hard you can see a door to the left in the picture below. That was the bathroom. You had to go through my bedroom door to get to the bathroom.

If you came up the stairs and took a left you were in the living room. Here are all the buff boys that helped me move in. Check out that awesome plaid couch my dad let me have. I don’t know why he wanted to get rid of that fine piece of furniture.

Just a week after I moved in, my friend Joy [THE Joy who introduced Lee and I along with her [then] boyfriend, Andre, who is the guy flipping us off in the photo above] turned nineteen. We decided to throw her a little party in my pad.

So we stocked the fridge. Nothing says party like a fridge stocked with hot dogs and beer.

We fit around twenty people in to that little apartment for her birthday. Some people had to stand or sit on the floor, but we all fit. And we even had room to move. We played some crazy game that literally had people dancing with lampshades on their heads and dropping their drawers. Sometimes at the same time. And I have the pictures to prove it. [Today's word of the day is....blackmail. ;)]

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