I've lived in the same rental apartment for 27 years. When I moved in, I was married, had just sold my mother's house from her estate, and we were looking to buy a house as soon as we could. Then my wife lost her good paying industrial sales job. I started working at the State Museum, only a quarter mile away. My car was parked and I walked to work. My wife went back to school and got her Masters in Social Work, specializing in senior care. Financed her college expenses until she made Dean's List and got scholarships. She graduated Cum Laud.
But we separated after she joined (what I learned was) a snake handler church. After some time, we divorced, and she ended up marrying a friend from the club I used to work at. I stayed here, because the rent is still the same, and I could walk to work every day. Still here, a year after retirement.
I guess it's now always been home. My pity on the landlord to clean it out after my friends (authorized) clean out my gun collection.
But we separated after she joined (what I learned was) a snake handler church. After some time, we divorced, and she ended up marrying a friend from the club I used to work at. I stayed here, because the rent is still the same, and I could walk to work every day. Still here, a year after retirement.
I guess it's now always been home. My pity on the landlord to clean it out after my friends (authorized) clean out my gun collection.
Last edited: