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I hit one today. It went flying out of the ballpark. But I couldn’t have done it without a few good friends and catching a break. It’s a team effort after all.
We walked into this apartment in May after checking out a dozen more.
I fell in love with it instantly. So did she. We wanted to make it our home right then and there. It was slick with a lot of swag and attitude. And it was the next best thing to one of the extravagant lofts we had viewed earlier. It’s in a vibrant and hip community in Washington D.C., and a 15-20 minute bike ride to law school.
After weeks of paperwork, credit and background checks, we can finally call this our new home:
I’m going to be an American and figure out how to pay for it later.
Unapologetic. Unashamed. Unafraid.