For some reason, lately I have been missing our old apartment, which is strange because our place was a hole. We killed spiders daily, couldn't shut the bathroom door all the way, had a kitchen that was so small it couldn't fit a full stove in it, and windows and doors that were more drafty than a skirt on a windy day.

Regardless of all these things, it was our place, with our stuff and for that reason, I miss it beyond measure.

I never properly got to say goodbye, so below are memories of our wonderful, old, disgusting apartment.