Kacie Anderson, 2013
After a long walk through the residential streets of Pella, Morgan and I took off in the direction of Kacie’s new apartment. We were in the middle of an August’s late evening sundown when Kacie called and mentioned she would soon be arriving home from work. Having been at a friend’s wedding for the majority of the day, we were in no position to pass up a comfortable couch to relax on with a friendly face neither of us had seen in quite some time.
Passing the movie theater, we made an exit off of the main street, following the courtyard to the back entrance of her apartment. Kacie’s place was located on the second floor, with stairs on the exterior of the building, which was a total break from the usual sixth floor walkups in New York.
From the low-hanging tiled ceilings and built in projector, I’m guessing this used to be a school of sorts; at least partially. The space was full of potential and enough to spark my interest in moving back to Iowa. If only I could pull myself away from all the great things I’ve grown accustomed to while living in the city..