1523 Chapel Street

It wasn’t enough that my mom dropped me and all of my shit off in front of Farnham Hall for my sophomore year at Southern; as she was in a rush to make it to church, primitively into my first semester sophomore year I received a phone call from my her telling me that she was selling the house that she’d only purchased 3 years prior. Not only was she selling the house, but she was moving into a one bedroom apartment. My mother never told me that I did not have a place to live. But, it was obvious that I no longer had a place to call home during my breaks from school; as one room certainly was not enough space for myself, my mom and my brother when he stayed over from his dads. No, she never told me that I had to leave; but she did kick me out. And so I started to save my money.

I worked on campus during the breaks so that I could live there and I also continued my job as a CNA. I saved up about three thousand dollars and I got my first apartment on 1523 Chapel street in New Haven. I moved off campus because it just made sense to me at the time. I felt like I was ready to leave campus and I knew that I would be graduating soon enough; which ultimately meant that I would have to leave campus anyway so I just saved all of my money during my sophomore year and during the summer going into my junior year, I moved. I was twenty, and I moved into my first apartment one month before my twenty first birthday.

I loved living on Chapel street. I lived right on the bus- line which made for easy, accessible transportation (pre-car days). I lived right across the street from the Derby Deli; which is a bodega that is still operating. On the weekends I would go there early on a Sunday morning to get a can of cornbeef hash, a newspaper and a Garcia Vega; back then the green tubes were a convenient storage option for my leftover weed roaches. I partied on Chapel street. I cooked dinners and planned gatherings. One night I came home from the club and the ceiling in my bathroom had fallen into my shower; I have never sobered up so quick! At the age of twenty one, I remember being so naive and so trusting…so excited to see what would happen next. Even back then I didn’t have a t.v in my room (to this day I prefer not to), I always felt like my bedroom was for three activities; dressing, fucking and sleeping.

It was an exciting time. I remember it being a very exciting time in my life. I loved the independence. I was ready for it and I had a good time. Yellow was still lurking in the background when I moved into Chapel street. I remember the night that he helped to change my life forever…again. One evening he’d come over to visit me. I was taking a shower when I turned toward the shower to see (out of the corner or my eye) a camera lens! He recorded me while I was showering. I was pissed off and devastated. That was such a violation and he made light of it. To this day I was not able to get the tape back. Though he hadn’t physically touched me that night, I felt as though I had been taken advantage of sexually. I didn’t know how to feel except for how I felt and at the time I did not even recognize it as a traumatic event. I suppose that I just moved on because there was nothing that I could do about it. Right? Moving forward.

I lived on Chapel street for a year and some change until one November night I came home to discover the sticky mouse trap that I’d strategically placed in my kitchen floor corner had disappeared. I am deathly scared of all things un-human and mice are like at the top of my list next to snakes and spiders. And so by February, my best friends moved me into a new apartment; into a new adventure.

Published by Indigosblue

This blog will be a vessel of honesty and vulnerability. Writing is a release that has kept me whole and sane for a lifetime but a newness starts today. What is a true story if it isn't told? No longer will I just hold on to my story because it's too much to handle on my own. Every truth is relative to the teller. Indigos blue sunshine are my truths. πŸ˜’πŸ’™πŸ¦‹πŸŒπŸŒ€

2 thoughts on “1523 Chapel Street

  1. You were at school trying to get an education and in the back of your mind you had to think about the impending need for shelter once you left. Most 20 year old’s don’t have a mind strong enough to try and process that. Just wow.

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