It was called a barracks

It was hell. Barely surviving off of ramen noodles and drinking mountain dew everyday. I don't know how I did it. It's literally almost impossible to do it on your own. After my lease was done I moved back with my parents. I will never do that to myself again. I'll find roommates before I do something like that again

like sticking your dick in a hornets nest.

Really scary. I lived with my ex fiance straight in/out of high-school. When we broke up it was a wild flurry to get housed.

Freedom, independence, privacy, adventure, responsibility, non-codependance and confidence.

It was really cool. It was the size of a closet, but with a great view of the Bay.

Cool

I could never live in something that small

Heaven... then Hell...

It was great. Moved into my first apartment out of my parents place with my girlfriend at the time. It is great to have your own space and independence

Freedom

Easiest move of my life: borrowed TV, table for TV. card table for meals and workspace, borrowed full size bed, three metal folding chairs, and a few items to prepare and eat meals. Previous occupants left an old refrigerator/freezer, so I used it.