reveilles and I went to my apartment yesterday and finished moving the last of my things out. My apartment was a studio apartment in a house. The landlords live on the first floor. There are two apartments on the second floor, my studio and a three bedroom apartment. There is one apartment on the third floor, a one bedroom. The original part of the house was build in the late 1700s.
From the window of my apartment, I could look over a field to see Mt. Sugarloaf. The Connecticut River was between my house and Mt. Sugarloaf. Although you can't see the river, on some spring mornings, you can tell where the river is because of the mist hovering over the water.
I lived in the apartment for over 6 years. My landlord and his wife were like an extra set of grandparents to me. There were several evenings when I would spend over an hour sitting in their living room next to their fireplace talking with them. Both attended my wedding and he celebrated his 80th birthday on my wedding day. I attended their 50th anniversary party.
I'm certainly happy about the circumstances that led to my moving out and I've only moved half a mile down the street, but it's still sad moving out of place that has been my home for the last 6 years.