My twin brother and I got our first apartment on Hillside Avenue over on the West Side. Our second apartment was on the same street.
I lived alone for a while off Colerain Avenue, got married and my wife and I then moved to an apartment in Westwood.
Living in houses took over for the next several years, then came divorce and a move to Springfield, Ohio where once again I lived in an apartment.
Moving back here in the spring of 1994, I found myself in Westwood again, then in Price Hill. With my son now living with me, we relocated to Clifton’s Gaslight District and stayed for quite a while.
When he went out on his own, I moved to downtown Cincinnati, then back to Westwood. Now, I’m in Covington, Kentucky.
Of course, I’ve leaving stuff out here. You could say this is my second move to Kentucky, but I’m not counting that six week stay at The Travel Lodge in Newport. That was when I was going through a depression and living there wasn’t really living. I don’t know what the hell it was.
All in all, I’m now on my 14th apartment.
I kind of like apartment living over living in a house. I like the feeling of having neighbors close by even if it means hearing their feet above me walking around or hearing their music playing or listening to young couples have fights in the middle of the night. You take the good with the bad.
Despite the fact I’ve lived in Covington for months now, I just recently put my name on my mailbox and I’m receiving mail here. That’s how I am wherever I move. I want to make sure Im going to like it before I announce it to the rest of the world.
(Photo found somewhere on the internet. Actually those windows kind of look like mine.)