Having been deprived of a true college experience (one of partying and drinking) my main goal was to find a job that was not necessarily lucrative, but rather far away from mom and dad, where I could live as I wanted, do as I pleased, and meet another man to make me happy. Originally from Minneapolis, I left my parents home soon after I received my Masters in Human Resources. Finally in this middle class haven, just outside of Philadelphia, I had something that I could claim was all mine, even if it was for all intensive purposes a “dump”. Still, with a set of fans and several yards of extension cord, I was prepared to make this shack my home. Low seven foot ceilings, a small cramped kitchen, no A/C, electrical sockets located in the least strategic places, and a basement that even my small 5’6” frame would describe as “confined”. ![]() ![]() The rent was cheap, the property was well situated, the lawn was immense, the neighborhood was safe all in all just a slice of suburban heaven. ![]() It was a disgustingly muggy July afternoon when I moved into the small bungalow overlooking the town’s pond.
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