The Slums Of West County :: essays papers

The Slums Of West County It was our first day of freedom. On April 10, 1998, my best sponsor Laren and I were anxiously ready to move out on our own. We had been provision this for months, while sitting at Dennys for a few hours at a time. We were trying to figure out how much we would each pay in rent, bills, and food. Where we might live and what kind of rules we might have to keep us from killing each other (as stylemates are prone to do) were other issues we resolved. So, immediately the two sheltered West County girls were going to have a relishing of life on their own but not too distant away from Mom and Dad, skillful in case something went awry. The big, beautiful homes we lived in no longer matt-up big enough for us, or rather, by chance they felt too big for us. We had picked an apartment complex that was only most five or ten minutes away from our parents and our jobs. Now we had the tax of moving 20 years of accumulated boxes to an empty, different roo m. A room that was half the size of our own bedchambers we lived in now. We had been spoiled little girls and we were just starting to realize it. Two bedrooms and two baths seemed like it would eliminate umteen problems that roommates often have over sharing a bathroom or bedroom. We had a small kitchen, a decent sized family room with a cable hookup, and a living room connecting the other two. Upon seeing the copy apartment the management had decorated, we thought our place would be well value the money. Neither of us thought we could make such a monstrous mistake. After all, we were still located in West County or were we? At 730 on that moving day morning, I felt anxious to get started. My stomach was screaming complaints at me for being so inconsiderate as to only feed it a breakfast of coffee berry and nicotine. I knew I had three hours until my friends would be here with the U-Haul, but my poise were jumping already. I put down my coffee mug in the sink, made a sp rint for the stairs, and ended up in my bedroom doorway to find my stepfather already unscrewing the bed frame.