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So now that Andy and I have lived in our new house for 3 and a half months, what better time to recap our first apartment? Okay, in reality I totally forgot to write a post about it until my sweet husband reminded me!
When our honeymoon ended, we still had a 5 week wait before our on-post house was available to us at the end of July. We originally had no idea what we were going to do until the house was ready. We priced hotels, but they were thousands of dollars that we didn’t have and the Army wouldn’t reimburse us for. A friend offered to let us stay in their guest room, but neither Andy nor I wanted to intrude on them. Another option was for me to move home and Andy to stay in the barracks, but I didn’t like that idea because I had already left my job and I didn’t want to be separated from my husband. So we looked at short-term rental apartments. Being a smaller military base that is mostly a training facility, the Knox/Radcliff area doesn’t have the short-term rental market that larger bases have. So our options were quite limited. Thankfully, we were able to find one apartment complex that was able to accommodate us.
Our apartment was far from grand. The hallway to our unit smelt like old people (not a shocker since it was mostly an elderly residence, but I still had to hold my breath until I got in my room, where plenty of candles and essential oils were waiting for me.) In fact, the place was a little sketchy! We woke up one morning and discovered a dent in my car hood where it appears someone tried to open the hood and pull out my car battery. And as we were moving out, Andy asked if I saw any cockroaches in the mornings. “No, why?” “Well, every morning when I got ready for PT, I’d see a couple.” NO THANK YOU!!!! Thankfully my sweet husband waited until we were completely moved out of there to tell me!
Our apartment was a teeny-tiny, couple-square-hundred, 4 room place. When you walked in, to your right was the kitchen and a storage closet. Then was the living room, and from there you entered the bedroom. You’d walk through the bedroom to get to the bathroom… and that was the extent of the apartment! If you were in the bathroom, you literally had to use that Poo-Pouri stuff to keep from stinking up the entire place. (Probably TMI, but it’s something I want to remind myself of so I never take future houses for granted!)
I am far from a professional house stager/photographer, so you’ll have to bear with real-life snaps of our apartment. I’ll be honest, I’m a little embarrassed to share them so please don’t judge me!
When we were moving our belongings out, Andy parked his truck by the window, popped open the screen, and told me to start passing things to him. That man of mine is so clever! #EngineersHooah
Before we left for good, we had to take a few photos in our empty apartment.
It’s been 3.5 months now, and although we don’t miss the apartment by any means, we do look back on it with fond memories!
What was your first place with your husband like?