This postI live on the bottom floor of a three-story apartment complex. The first four apartments, including mine (#1), are in a separate ward from the rest of the complex. It’s been almost two full years since I moved in.
And you know what? Today was the first time I’ve gone up to the second floor. (I had to return the ward directory CD to the executive secretary in their ward.) Now, I have been to the second and third floors of the girls’ apartments, seeing as I’ve taken out several girls from that ward, but somehow I never ever went up past my own floor on the guys’ side.
It’s quite a view from up there. Like, a total paradigm shift. You know how you can see something every day for a very long time, and then one day something happens and you see it with new eyes? That was my experience a couple of hours ago. Trippy. Heady. Very cool. And as my luck would have it, the first time the guy wasn’t home, so I went up again two minutes ago. Same experience.
(In other words, I don’t have anything to blog about today. :P)
