Since moving up to San Jose, I have been thinking quite a bit about my couple years at Cal Poly and my apartment there on Boysen. Even though it was so old and extremely hot in the summertime and freezing cold during the winter, it has a special place in my heart.
Dear Boysen 830,
Thank you for giving me a workout every day as I carried my bike up and down those long stairs that were threaded with cob webs and that mysterious black “soot”. I most appreciated the fact that we didn’t have to ever lock the door since there was not much anyone would want to steal from you. I was able avoid fiddling with my keys to enter while carrying my bike. Boysen 830, your living room was so great and spacious. My two white couches, that were stained by old dear room mate’s filth, fit perfectly up against the bare white walls. The windows always gave a nice draft providing a lovely arrangement of dirt to be caked on the sill for that perfect touch. I preferred to hide this by keeping the drapes closed. Dear Boysen 830, thank you for keeping your standards so low for kitchen and bathroom cleanliness. It made things so much easier with just the once a month cleaning. Boysen 830, Cold winters made for such a memorable experience as I studied in many layers of clothes, sometimes pea-coat included with a knit hat. The hum of my costco heat dish became a familiar buzz sound late into the night and a reminder that I better not fall asleep while studying. Boysen 830, thank you for introducing me to ear plugs and forcing me to becoming accustomed to sleeping with them throughout the night as the sounds of shouting and drinking games echoed on into the wee hours of the morning. Boysen 830, I didn’t overlook you looking out for my studies as dust collected at an un-goldy rate on my text books. This always gave me the twitch to at least pick up the book and dust it off. Boysen 830, my three large closets in my room were perfect to store every possession..all ten of them. Boysen 830, I’ll never forget the bike ride across Santa Rosa and through Mustang Village through the trees, over the bridge and past the football stadium.
Boysen 830, Thank you for the humble apartment that you were. It was perfect.
November 08, 2009, 8:26pm Comments
