Chapter 78: “The Best Apartment Ever”
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Shawn had consistently fought Travis and I when the topic of Megan paying her quarter of the rent came up, and we told him outright that if she wasn’t going to pay rent, then she needed to get packing. Finally, after months, we had “won.” She found another place in town and moved out of our space.
Travis and I low-key celebrated our victory. But how would the living situation change when Kyle moved in into the apartment next door? Who would share the third room?
The end of July came around, and with it, we were able to finally see the apartment next door. We never really talked to our old neighbors that much (we had a tendency to do that often).
This place was gigantic. You walked in, and there was a room immediately on the left– Shawn claimed that one right away. Then the next opening was a quaint little kitchen. Next, the hallway opened up into a foyer of sorts– a hub where a bathroom connected, another room (Kyle claimed this one), a small area just outside of the living room, the living room itself, and finally a staircase up to the last bedroom. We all saw the small area outside of the living room, and what most people would posit as the perfect spot for a Christmas tree or dining room table, our minds went straight to Beer Pong table.
The living room alone was enormous, boasting an old fireplace (non-operational) and plenty of room for three couches and an entertainment center. It was glorious.
The upstairs had a generous landing with a few small closets for storage space, and the room itself was almost perfectly segmented by this small retainer wall in the middle of the room. Since Shawn and Kyle already claimed their own rooms (Kyle, admittedly, had a LOT of stuff), Travis and I were stuck sharing a room together again. At least this time we’d have more room and extra storage space.
A week later, we began the move. The previous “transport” to 3 Newbury St. Apt B was easy, but THIS one to Apartment C held the distinction as “easiest move ever.” We literally opened both doors and walked things through. We didn’t even have to climb stairs for our stuff. We did, however, help Kyle with his things both at his old apartment and at his parents’ house.
Naturally, as we were gathering things from his childhood home, Rod and Sheila mentioned the infamous car door during our New York trip, and we all shared a laugh. They would NEVER let that down, and I was totally cool with that. My friend Mike had even created a catchphrase for when I would mess something up in a comical way like this: “Jamie happened.”
Travis and I had no problem with our room’s set-up, except we had wanted our lone television to be seen from both sides of the room. We put it in the middle of the two windows on the far side of the room, but this support beam smack dab in the middle of the room which meant that the television was unseen from the doorway and nearly up against the very retainer wall itself. Clearly, it wasn’t the best solution for entertainment but worked wonders for our privacy.
The landing next to our room had a closed off attic hatch. We opened it to discover a massive unused and unfinished part of the third floor. Upon further investigation, we saw that it connected to the other apartment and that mystical “doorway to nowhere” in our old place was at the bottom of half a staircase (yes, HALF a staircase) to this same location. We had a way to get back to the old apartment, and we kept our knowledge of this fact hidden from our landlord, Steve.
Speaking of Steve, he was a sexual deviant, and we lamented having to bring our checks in person. We weren’t allowed to mail it in, we HAD to go to the office and hand over our checks and get a receipt. Steve was like the spider that crafted an enticing and irresistible web to lure the young prey. It was Steve’s way of getting to continually proposition us. We couldn’t believe the other ladies in the nearby offices turned the other cheek as he sexually harassed us EVERY TIME we were there. I know their office was essentially a retrofitted mini-mansion, but they DEFINITELY heard our exchanges.
Nevertheless, this apartment had proved to be my absolute favorite thus far. I had my best friends either living with me or extremely close by, and I had everything I needed. Except there was a gaping hole still deep inside of me.
No, Steve… I don’t need it filled.
This is an ongoing story of my personal battle with Cancer. My hope is that it helps others who are currently experiencing their own battles (whether it be for themselves or a loved one) or to help with early detection.
The way I’m doing it is terrifying for a writer. I’m writing a publically available first-draft outline for an eventual book, chapter by chapter in weekly form. The only reason I’m doing it this way is to get the story out as soon as possible for someone out there who needs a survivor to visit them during their own treatment. If you’re reading this and need someone to talk to, tweet at me and I’ll give you a call. No questions asked. This story is for you and I’ll help any way that I can.
Stay tuned, as I will be posting a new chapter every Monday until the story is complete.
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