memories of an apartment

I lived in midtown Manhattan for the most epic 4 years of my life. Never will a day go by, that I don't thank God for the chance to get to go to college in New York. I made something of myself. I learned who I was. I met the greatest people. I had fun.

This was the view out of my bedroom window:




This is 12A9. I lived in this apartment during my senior year of college with Rachel, Ame and Lauren. The best people you'll ever meet. If the only reason I went to college was to meet them, it would be worth it.

This was our kitchen, and part of our living room. We spent all our time in here. I can't remember how many times our Southern gal, Rachel, would make the best chocolate chip cookies ever... and somehow we would fit 15 or so friends in our little living room to watch a movie.


This is the view from our apartment, which was on the 12th floor. It was pretty cool to look outside and see the tops of other buildings. Now I look at my living room window to a driveway and lots of grass. I'm not complaining - I love the quiet. I also love knowing my city is only a 3 1/2 hour drive away and waiting for me whenever I want to go back.



This was my desk, in the room I shared with Lauren. I spent many hours here writing papers, reading, studying. That is the one thing I don't miss about college...



So what do I miss about college? This:



These people and that couch:



Living with them:



Definitely this:



All of these people:



I was looking back through some of my old pictures and came across these. It does my heart good to remember the moments I shared with these awesome people, in that wonderful apartment. That place held us during the best and worst times that year.

When I look back on all my years in college, I think about Barton of course. OF COURSE. Barton and 12A9. And it makes me smile.