Prompt #14 is to write about a move.
I used to live in the Bat Cave.
At least, that's what my friends called it. It was in what used to be the basement of a house in Oxford, Mississippi. The way you got to it was to walk around the side of the house, down the hill on some uneven stone steps, and through the screened-in porch. The only windows were in the kitchen (where they looked out on the steps), and the front door, which looked out on the porch. There were no other windows, even in the bedroom. The Bat Cave. It was impossible to convince people to deliver pizza to me.
I was a grad student, so the no pizza delivery thing was actually kind of a downer.
I got married right after I finished my comprehensive exams, very near to Christmas. Neither the Bat Cave nor Christie's apartment (which made mine look like Buckingham Palace) were big enough for the two of us, so we moved into a nice apartment on Anderson Road. It was up on the second floor, and looked out on a little bit of woods where we saw a deer on a few occasions. There was a pool and a laundry room.
We took a cruise in the Bahamas for our honeymoon. It was warm and sunny and the water was so blue, and we had an amazing time. When we got back, it was time to move.
It was also time for an ice storm in Mississippi.
As it turns out, it was really not very pleasant for my best man Keith and I to try to push a plastic-covered couch (and a bunch of other stuff) up two short flights of outside stairs in a freezing rain.
I bought Keith a pizza. It was delivered.
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