Grishny's post about moving reminded me of an awful apartment complex my family used to live in. It was in Everett, Washington, which is about one of the most guady, gas-station-and-fast-food-restaurant-on-every-street-corner towns I've ever seen. Even though it has a neat mall and an ultra-cool library, most of the town just stinks.

This apartment complex, Covington Farms (I still remember the name for some reason) had a bunch of buildings, about 20 of them. They were lettered, but since there was only about 20 buildings, they left out the rarer letters like Q, W, X, Y, and Z.

All the buildings were painted white and a pale green color. It was really sick looking.

My family lived in the N building. There were two floors to every building (that you got to by stairways on the outside), and four apartments to every floor. So the apartments were marked 101, 102, 103, 104, 201, 202, 203, and 204. My family lived in 202.

Pretty much the best thing I can say about these apartments is the fact they had fireplaces and two bathrooms. Everything else was pretty bad (and it had the tiniest kitchen I've ever seen).

It was even worse outside. It was all pavement, with countless carports, and next to the N building there was a tiny, beat-up playground for little kids to "play" in.

The only grass and plants were by the filthy, overflowing duck ponds. The ducks were kind of fun, and we even got a heron every once in a while, but the water was terribly dirty.

Our mailboxes (little tiny lockers with room only for a few pairs of socks) were right next to the main office at the front of the complex, and nowhere near any of the buildings at all. If you got any packages, they held them in the main office, and they carded you before you could get them.

Which brings me to the main office staff. Whoever managed this place rotated the staff every few months for some reason. I'm convinced they rotated them so they wouldn't get famillair with the people who lived in the buildings. Sort of like guard dogs in POW camps.

Luckily, we moved away from this place after about a year. Unluckily, about a year after that we moved back--and into the same building, no less.

By the way, I have no idea why I brought all this up.

Qua "I'm not going back! You can't make me! AAHHH!" rtz
~~*Q*~~