What A Catch
This is where I lived when Sherry and I first started dating. Clearly, it was my wonderful design sense that won her over (that or the fact that she knew there was PLENTY of room for improvement).
Yep, I was the proud renter of a futon in the corner of a living room. Thus is the life of a poor, just-out-of-college guy trying to make it in New York City. I shared this one-bedroom apartment in Long Island City, Queens with two other guys (one got the bedroom, the other shared the living room with me).
In my defense, I only lived there for two months while I waited for my friends’ lease to end so we could all move to the Upper West Side together (where I would have my own room, thank you very much). It was mere coincidence that I wooed Sherry during my brief stay here… I think… I hope…
Oh, and I should note that this was the amazing view from our living room. It made sleeping with my clothes above my head slightly more bearable.
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Comments
A-I’m amazed you had so few clothes.
B-I love the picture above the futon, was it yours or did it come with the place?
Glad you saw my logic, Laur.
Shaina:
A – those were all the clothes I could afford! :)
B – the painting above my futon was my roommate’s. It’s actually a painting his dad did (I think from a photo). It was amazingly detailed.
You guys are starting to sound like you’re a little jealous of my little slice of NYC. Please don’t be. :)
now let’s see sherry’s digs in NYC…i want to see how far she’s come as well. i cringe when i think about my first apartment!!
Jennifer,
Your wish is our command. Stay tuned…
xoxo,
Sherry (& her futon sleeping hubby)
that’s a view worth sleeping on a futon for.