I missed WBW last week so I tried to make this a good one!  First, the present…

I packed a nice sandwich for lunch,

A slice of 2% Swiss, two slices of turkey, and Crofter’s Strawberry Fruit Spread on an Everything Bagel Thin.

Plus some roasted green beans.

Hopefully it’ll be enough to last me through my night class, but my huge breakfast probably did the trick.  Now on to the good stuff…

Way Back Wednesday is a new blog series.  Since I have to pre-blog lunch on my long days, I’m throwing in pictures from life BB (life before blogging) for fun.  (week 1, week 2)

This week’s WBW is about the NYC apartment I shared with the husband.  Adam and I actually lived together in college, but this was our first “real” apartment, the one we had to pay for on our own.  Apartment is a little generous of a term though, this was a studio.  For those of you who’ve never been poor teachers in New York City, studio = room.

As in Adam and I, plus all of our stuff, in one room for two years.  The place was gorgeous, but building up a mess was unavoidable.  Here’s the living room –

And this is the bedroom –

You’ll notice that the bedroom is also the living room, and that we slept on the couch.

Honestly, even with all of our stuff, it wasn’t that bad.  Fighting was a little ridiculous (how do you slam the door when there are no doors?!), but we felt so blessed to be in our neighborhood – Park Slope – that it was worth it.

But then there was the bathroom.

I wish I could really show you how small the bathroom was, but the pictures just don’t do it justice.

I’ll put it this way – our larger relatives couldn’t even fit into the bathroom.  And my model-tall best friend could only pee with the door open.  It was a little insane.

But even though I cried every shower as I smashed my funny bone into the wall trying to wash my hair, I loved that apartment.  We got to live in Park Slope, and when we moved in on a whim we had no idea it would quickly become our favorite neighborhood in the city.  Our studio was less than a block away from Prospect Park.

We also lived walking distance from 5 major subway lines, and walking distance from the arch at Grand Army Plaza.  I wouldn’t have traded those two years for all the floor space in the world!

What was your first apartment like?