Comments on: Making a Home: The Beginning

By: Making a Home — the Last Chapter (but not the end)

Making a Home — the Last Chapter (but not the end) — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 05:53:42 +0000

[...] in this story: the college apartment, the single girl apartment, and the money [...]

By: Kat @ InspiredToAction

Kat @ InspiredToAction — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 20:36:30 +0000

What fun pics. You and Carol look exactly the same. Heather (is that Heather on the left?) looks totally different.

I lived in Baylor Landing – my apartment is now parking spot. Sigh.
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By: Cook

Cook — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 10:08:53 +0000

Oh great post! I love reading these type of post. The concept discussed in the blog has been admirable.

By: angelvalerie

angelvalerie — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 07:51:05 +0000

Loved this! I shared with several girls in my uni years that I still consider best friends…this post made me want to go call and have a chat with them… thanks
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By: Rachel

Rachel — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 05:59:19 +0000

So neat to hear about someone fixing the house up so we could live there.

By: Rachel

Rachel — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 05:50:15 +0000

I knew a recent Baylor grad owned the house and I thought that was so neat for someone so young. The rent was perfect. We were beyond thrilled to find a place for less than $400. We spent a long time jumping up and down about $350. All the house’s quirks make the college memories better.

By: Daniel

Daniel — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 01:11:38 +0000

I love the nostalgia. My first house was with 5 other guys..an asbestos hole of sorts. I loved it and we never once cleaned anything but an occasional dish. That house is 3 blocks from where I live now…11 years later. I too miss the community of college life. I also miss the freedom to explore myself that has since been undermined by ridiculous things like workplace dress codes, beard appearance regulations, and the outright prohibition on blue mohawks.

By: Amy

Amy — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 18:23:07 +0000

I guess my first “home” was the apartment I had in college. It was campus housing, though, and furnished, so we didn’t get to do much in the way of decorating. But my roommate and I did pick out bathroom linens, and she made this great piece of art from 3 greeting cards we though were hilarious. It was a fun time.

But my first house was the one I live in now with my husband. He’d been there just a few months when we met, and less than a year when we actually started dating. He hadn’t done any decorating at all because he figured that whoever he married would have her own sense of style. So it was a blank slate when we realized we’d end up together, and I’d be living there someday, too. I love our home because we made it a home together!
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By: Christine

Christine — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 18:03:16 +0000

Love the pic of you and your gal pals. I’m living in my first “home” now… if you could call a dorm room a home. I actually do consider my floor at school a second home and my roommate and I have done our best to make our room homey. We have a couch, matching quilts, pictures everywhere, plenty of hot coffee and tea, and some old trunks from my parent’s attic that we use as a coffee table.
…we love sitting on the ground and playing scrabble:).
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By: Paige

Paige — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 02:18:33 +0000

My first home was my parents home, the home I grew up in. The home I spent 26 years in before I left to build a home with my husband. The home I tap danced and scratched my Mom’s wood floors in. The home we danced around the Christmas tree in. The home we had one bathroom in (and managed just fine, may I say). The home I cried over a broken heart in. The home that still has my Mom’s wonderful “mom” smell and the most comfortable and cozy couch. The home my parents built and created our family in. Still love it.