As I was leaving work today, and I glanced up at the third floor balcony of an apartment in a complex that I could possibly be living in next year, and an immense feeling of dread came over me. Was it because of the freezing gust of wind? The fact that I'd actually be on my own soon? Or just the fact that I'm pretty sure the place is chock full of old people, who I (see below) don't agree with on many issues.
It was odd though, looking at a balcony and then thinking to myself, "There's no way I'll be living there. Absolutely not."
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