Going Out On My Own The upstairs apartment I rented was one of four apartments in an old house that had been converted. It smelled of bok choy and beer from the various tenants, and for a mere one hundred and seventy five dollars a month including bills I had two hundred and fifty square feet comprised of a bathroom, kitchenette and a main room. It was admittedly small, but I did not need much room. I was on my own for the first time, and embarking on a new adventure. This apartment was located in Norman, Oklahoma, a college town with your typical diversions of beer, bands and girls; not a bad place to be when you’re twenty-one. My cousin Joe was already living there and knew I w