Many people go through college changing their living situation multiple times and some go through living in the same location with the same people. If you are lucky enough to find a group of people early in your education that you can live with for the duration of your time in school, give yourself a high five because you are among a rare few people that I know found that situation.
Most of us go through school with multiple housing changes, multiple roommate rotations, and a vast array of other random situations where there happens to be a friend sleeping on your couch for months at a time and the only reason they leave your house is to grab more clothes that slowly make their way onto the hanging rack in the laundry room.
I was obviously the latter of the two options. I seemed to be the pinball of college living situations. By this I mean I moved more times than I wish to count; this doesn’t mean I won’t though. In the course of my 5 years in college (yes, I took a victory lap) I had the painful experience of moving 9 times. Let me break it down for you…
- Beginning of freshmen year I moved into my dorm
- Moved out of my dorm
- Beginning of sophomore year I moved into my apartment
- Moved out of my apartment into my lake house for the summer
- Beginning of junior I moved out of my lake house and into my duplex
- End of Junior year I moved out of my duplex and into my house
- Moved out of my house and into my apartment in Chicago for my internship
- Moved out of my apartment in Chicago and back into my house
- Moved out of my house and moved to Dallas
I know what you’re thinking: “That’s crazy!” You’re right; it definitely was. But in all that, I called my house home. I always thought of it as “that” place I called home.
The reason it meant so much to me is not because of the house itself; though it was nice, it was simply a three bedroom/two bath structure. However, to my first roommate and I, it was “The house that Ford built.” Camp Ford was my second Fish Camp at Texas A&M and I became lifelong friends with many of the people in camp.
One night some of us from Camp Ford went out to the bars and drank just a tad bit too much. Travis decided that I had consumed enough and attempted to cut me off at the bar. Back in the day, this was a BIG no. Unfortunately it set me off to the point that I pushed Trav and told him “Don’t ever try to cut me off again!” I then proceeded to fly through the air and ended up on my back on top of a tall bar table. Needless to say, I was immediately escorted out of the bar. (it wasn’t my proudest moment)
The next morning I got a call from Travis and his first words were, “Dude, we almost went Tyson vs. Hollyfield last night!” Within the next 3-4 sentences we agreed that we were going to live together the next year. So the house truly was The House that Ford built.
I have so many memories in that house with a lot of incredible people; to list a few:
- Fire Pong
- Hookah and white Russians
- Saturday movie marathons
- Bounce house style slip-n-slide in the backyard
- People wrestling in the front yard after leaving the bars
- Beer Pong parties
- Watching my friends lab (happens to be mine’s sister) for a summer
- The “Boom Boom room”
- One remaining flower on the wall
- Building the bar
- attempting to walk to Northgate
- Joey and Chandler style recliners
- Shells N Cheese
- After camp parties
- People coming into town for football games
- Leo almost burning the house down
- The King of beers
- CHONE… MOVE THE VACUUM!
- “Zack, whatever you do, don’t open the front door!”
- Signing the mirror
- the a/c going out in July for a week
- the secret door
- parking the pit
and so many more…
The Wedgewood era has ended. It was a fun couple of years and I will never forget the times I had or the friends that were there with me. Thanks to everyone who experienced the house that Ford built and making it what it was all that time. It’s sad to see the house go, but it was a good run and now it’s time to move on.
An era has ended but there are more to be made and it was only fitting that the only thing left in the house was two dice…