Where all have you lived? How have you liked those places?I lived just outside the city limits of a small city of Hartsville for fifteen years. When my parents divorced, I moved to a house in the city . That was still considered my official residence during college at the university of South Carolina in Columbia where my residence hall living status was updated based on my upperclassmen standing. I moved to colmbia for a year after college, then back to Hartsville to have and recuperate from surgery. I then lived in Virginia Beach for three years while at law school. I never returned to my old Hartsville house for much other than to bury my mother and wrap up the loose ends of her life. I now live on a lake in another part of Hartsville.
I liked growing up outside the city limits. We had a big yard and woods nearby to play in. there were lots of places to ride bikes and such. I was a long way off from having hip replacement surgery, but I could still get around well enough to enjoy being a kid. I had many, many cats back then, too. It is where I learned to appreciate them so much.
Moving downtown as a teenager was cool. I had long since outgrown the desire to romp around woods and such. Without going into a whole lot of personal detail, my mother acted more like a teenager than I did at the time, so I often wound up with the house to myself. Every sixteen year old’s dream, right? The only drawbacks to living there are memories of recovering from my double hip replacement and my mother’s descent into alcoholism there towards the end. I was away in Columbia and Virginia Beach for much of the latter, but I still had to deal with it to varying degrees on a regular basis. Alone, more often than not.
I loved college. My junior and senior years were the best living situations. I had three roommates, but it was apartment style dorms, so we had plenty of room to not get on each other’s nerves, save for obnoxiously loud music and a few awkward girlfriend encounters. My room was robbed my senior year, but whoever broke in only took money and a few small objects, presumably to pawn. Otherwise, I have no complaints about anywhere I lived during my college experience.
The year after I graduated, I had a nice apartment, but a pain in the butt roommate who was a selfish slob. He made maintaining my first place out on my own a difficult experience, but who really enjoys their first apartment outside of the new freedom it offers?
I lived in an apartment complex owned by Pat Robertson when I attended Regent university in Virginia Beach. It was not a happy time, however. Law school is like a visit to the dentist. Some days it is just a cleaning. Other days it is a root canal. But either way, it is unpleasant. I did particularly enjoy many of my more fundamentalist classmates. I was cursed with two as roommates, so that was lovely. The cost of living was ridiculous because it is a resort town , but I got few benefits of vacationing fun. Regent was on the wrong side of the tracks. Not a good three years.
I am preoccupied with health issues these days to dwell on living arrangements. There are water moccasins in the lake. That kind of sucks.