Our first apartment

A single student at BYU can live anywhere university approved, which means 1) buildings (not just apartments) will be segregated by gender and 2) there will be some minimum living standards the landlords are obligated to uphold to keep their approval status. And, of course, like anywhere, there's a good chance that your personal rent rate is going to be lower on your own than it would be if you were paying for the whole apartment.

The time came for Mom and relinquish their cozy singles contracts. Some of the apartments we checked out were scary. Others were pretty and pricey (and it doesn't have to cost much to be pricey for a couple of newlywed students, let me tell you). We finally settled on buying ourselves more time by starting out with a summer only contract at a complex that normally housed singles. It was near the campus and the Provo library. On Sundays, we only had to pass two other meeting houses to attend church at the chapel that Mom had lived in front of for the three years before that. Laundry was down three flights of stairs and across the street. The closest full service grocery store was about five or six blocks away. Doable, but we still liked it when people in the ward with cars took pity on us and let us go grocery shopping with them.

This was all in the days before we had a digital camera, but we did manage to find and digitize a little something from that era: