I call this move "out of the ghetto, and into the dungeon"
You see, we currently live in the ghetto.
Like, someone got murdered outside our bedroom window type ghetto.
Sometimes we see real life prostitutes and their children type ghetto.
Our neighbors are nice though...
Only one of them only killed someone once and it was only in self defense. (he really is nice lol)
I guess you could say we found out pretty quickly why it was the cheapest complex. We used to have friends who lived in the same apartment complex as us, but they hightailed it out of here the second their apartment got broken into. Matthew and I decided to stick it out till the end of our lease, which, thank heavens - is right around the corner.
This place was kind of a shock for me, coming from a small town where only half the people even lock their front doors. I found out that the laundromat is like a whole other world that I'm fascinated and terrified of. Matthew has done 90% of our laundry since we've been married because I had a little freak out the first time I used it without him. With our upcoming move though, my incessant desire to document everything convinced me to take a few photos of it, you know...for the road.
aaaand I'm hoping I never have to see the inside of another laundromat again.
AKA the basement of our aunt and uncles house.
Super excited about it.