It was a month later when we moved out of the hot guy's apartment complex and into our new 2 bedroom across the street from the DMV. We spend about a year there and acquired two more roommates within that time. All the boyfriends were Navy (Navy,huh?? like Pat's dad?) which made for a very active house. We all went to the same church and had alot of fun doing "do-gooder "deeds such as feeding the homeless and ministry outreach.  I thought I was the "bad girl" of the group, but actually was probably to "good" for not having sex. See, I made a pact with God that I would refrain from intercourse until I was married, if he helped me get out of the abusive relationship with Nikki's biological father. After a year and a half with that demon would turn anyone Christian!!

It was a few days before Christmas when we decided to feed the homeless on Christmas day which would be difficult if we had nothing to feed them. So, we decided to hit up a couple of the local restaurants to see if they wanted to donate some food. We finally got one to donate, the restaurant “hot guy”  worked at.  But once again, the location was right, but not the time and I never saw him. 

We had alot of fun, but at our age, it's time to move on with our lives. Sarah was the first to marry and move out. Our second roommate also moved out when her husband came back from wespac. That left Michelle and I to flip the bill for a nice, yet to expensive apartment. I only had another semester before I graduated, so it made sense to move. We found an apartment up the road. It was smaller but workable. Also the apartment complex Pat used to spend alot of time at since this is where his best friend grew up. I guess I was a little to late.