on saturday night the husband, our friend mike, and i were strolling down memory lane after we caught a quick meal at the new buddah hut restaurant (aka kuan yin II) and a sweet treat at the bean counter. the highland street neighborhood was where we spent most of our college years. the following is a nice little retrospective of all the apartments where the husband lived one point or another. actually, we were quite surprised because most of the triple deckers had been greatly improved upon since we lived in the ghetto. of course, as you'll see, some of them not so much...
ah- this is a famous corner. when we left institute road, mike and heather moved on to greener pastures but the husband and i had to move to the 'other side' of highland street. the classy side. this corner looks innocent enough but don't be fooled. excitement was always present here, like the time i literally walked into a drug deal or the time the husband witnessed some dude getting a blow job on the side of the road. what you don't see is that there is an elementary school directly across the street. like i said, classy.
this was bodoin street- sort of temporary housing if you will. we only spent a few short months here which was long enough. highlights included the closet that the husband lived in, his roommates moving out like 2 months after he moved in, me moving in, the two of us having only a bed and a bureau between us, the lady who played dido over and over again, and that time the sink broke and the water ran for DAYS because we couldn't figure out how to turn it off and the landlady wouldn't call us back.
finally. this is the last place we lived. home street. a cute basement apartment that i was so excited about getting into. of course it ended up being a cold and moldy basement apartment with a broken dishwasher and a dark bathroom. the owners lived upstairs and were lovely people but when we had the chance to leave this place i jumped. highlights included gray kitty, who would watch tv with us from the outside window sill.
and now i know you're jealous that you didn't get to live in worcester. i am a little sad that i didn't have a camera for most of these years and took almost no pictures.