At age twelve, I lived in Elkridge, Maryland, a country town that was on its path to the suburban. I lived with my mother in a two bedroom, two bathroom apartment on the second floor of a corner building. My room was the farthest room from the front door. In order to reach my room, one had to walk down a long hallway. Before reaching my door, my mother's bedroom door was on the right side of the hallway and one door that led to my bathroom on the left side.
[...] One of my favorite parts of my room was the door to my bathroom along the wall of the bedroom door. I didn't have to leave my room to go to the bathroom, and it was my private bathroom on top of that. What a life. The Kitchen Before New Year's Eve Whenever I recall New Year's Eve growing up, I think about the kitchen. There were half full glasses of varying sizes and shapes filled with different colored liquids. [...]
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