I grew up in the Northeast, right by the beach. We had some really awesome summers but the winters were brutally cold. I vowed to always live in a place that got all four seasons of weather, I thought it was an important part of who I was as a person. Then when I was twenty-five the factory that I worked in relocated down to Georgia. I sat with a newspaper looking at apartments near Atlanta airport and I knew I had to make an important decision: Would I stay where everything was familiar or would I take a chance on something new and exciting and move down to Atlanta, where I would get a promotion and be able to live far more comfortably than I had been. As you may have guessed, I choose the new and unfamiliar. Read More »
My son had just signed the lease on his first apartment and I was in the process of getting ready to see it for the first time. Ever since getting his job offer in Baltimore, he had been searching for a place to live and concentrated on apartments for Towson MD as his ideal area. For as much as I would have loved to have helped him find a place to live, I knew he wanted and needed to do this on his own and find a place that suited him rather than a place that would suit me.
I was more than pleasantly surprised upon arriving at his address to find a beautiful, incredibly well-kept building and his apartment, though desperately in need of some accessories, was gorgeous with plenty of space and had obviously been freshly painted.
My son was anxious to give me a tour and I loved his hardwood floors and the tile in his bathroom. Read More »