My first apartment was a two-bedroom, one-bath courtyard apartment that I shared with a friend I went to high school and college with: Julie. We were young, broke, working jobs we dreaded, without a car between us. But we loved that little place. We walked from the trolley stop every evening, stopping at the grocery store on our way home, up a hill to our doorway toward satisfaction and independence.
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