The ghost in the hall.

A few years ago, James and I moved into a new apartment (a different apartment from that of the mouse and potato fiasco) in one of the more historic sections of our city. We’d graduated (barely) from the no air-coniditoner/appliances/functioning-outlets sort of places we’d been living in before and this apartment felt like our first real…

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Bears and Bigfoot

Fun fact: James believes in Bigfoot. Not in an ironic way either—he genuinely believes there’s a seven-foot ape wandering around Northern California, eating deer, and howling in the night for the sake of it. I’m not really a paranormal kind of girl. I don’t believe in ghosts or anything otherworldly, and while I SUPER wish…

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The mouse and the potato.

My first apartment was exactly what a first apartment is supposed to be, in ways both good and bad. James, the boyfriend, and I had been dating for just over a year when we decided it was time for us to move in together. This was largely because I can’t stay up past 10pm to save my…

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