I've tracked down and photographed the basement suite apartment that was my home base during University. This is a recent picture. When I was in school, the car in the picture would have been brand new. By coincidence, I drove a car much like it back then.
Nothing seems to have changed. I am pleased that I have moved on, though. I regarded my little hole in the ground as my own fiefdom of personal freedom. I got to do pretty much whatever I wanted, although I don't recall ever setting my sights very high, with the exception of romantic conquest. Unlike my friends who adopted dormitory life, I could eat what I wanted, sleep when I felt like it, and watch whatever television channel I pleased. On the other hand, my apartment was usually a lonely place. If I wanted to get out and visit people, I often was compelled to climb into my car and drive somewhere to where the fun was.
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