Our First Apartment

By Lorena Cárdenas

I think that some people may believe some places are wonderful just because of the memories they could evoke. That’s exactly what happens to me when I remember the apartment where my boyfriend and I started to live together. It wasn’t an exceptional place, but there was something that made me love it. It had three bedrooms, one bathroom, a living-dining room, a kitchen and a little laundry room. There was a corridor from the living-dining room to our bedroom and it had a beautiful oak closet.
We furnished the apartment little by little with some relatives’ old pieces of furniture and some others that we bought by ourselves. It doesn’t sound like a wonderful place to live, but it was marvellous for me. It was the first time I left my parents’ home to start a new life with another person, I mean, that “special” person. I remember that I was totally hopeful and everything seemed, smelt, tasted and felt different. My world was complete. Everyday, I used to wake up with the sun that entered through the red curtains of my bedroom. It really made me feel it was going to be a good day. The water heater of the apartment was broken, so I had to take cold showers, something so difficult for me, because I had never taken cold showers before, and it was kind of shocking, but I had to do it. Something I really liked a lot of the flat was the nice view, because we were able to look at the sea from the laundry room, which was completely relaxing and we could see a square from my child’s room, and he enjoyed it a lot. What I really liked the most about this place were the good vibrations I felt between Felipe (my boyfriend) and me. We were living like a honey moon. I remember I loved to bake apple cakes for him; I did it almost everyday. We used to have a cup of tea or soup every night before going to sleep. It was a really great time for me.