During the presidential election, there was much talk about how voters wanted a president that they could have a beer with. I couldn't imagine hoisting a cold one with Barack, until I found out that I lived less than a quarter of a mile away from him from 1989 to 1991. We were both living in Winter Hill section of Somerville. Barack likes apartments; I like that in a guy.
Barack Obama’s bachelor pads were a lot like where I prefer to live. On 60 Minutes, Michelle Obama picked on another of his student rentals as “a dump” and his Senatorial apartment as an only slightly better version of that dump.
(His family home in Chicago is a good bit nicer. So is his transitional apartment. And so is the guest house he moved into yesterday. And so is the White House.)
When I listen to the tales of Obama’s apartments, it does make him seem like someone I could have a beer with. If I did, I would reminisce about my apartments:
There’s the one with ten-inch-long centipedes and the one with cockroaches. There were the two different apartments next to a bar; I heard drunks have the same two arguments every weekend night for four years of my life. (You’d think I would have learned the first time!) There’s the one that had no central heat. There was the one that had rain leaking into the overhead light fixture. There was the one over the auto parts store with skylights; hot in the summer cold in the winter, but sunny. There was the little one that went condo last year...
All these places, and all these roommates, have shaped my life. I have had the best years of my life away from single family homes. I like it that way. I still live in an apartment, but I own it. That gives me the best of both worlds, in my opinion. Those who rent their apartment will disagree.
Are you an apartment lover? What are the good things about apartment living? Are single family homes over-rated?
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