...such a sad little moment.
We have been passing this apartment down over the past few years, but my friends that live there now are moving out and the time has come to say goodbye.
I'll never forget how she woke me up on the very first night, convincing me I needed to throw something over my pjs because we *needed* to go to a club.
I'll never forget crawling through my neighbor's window and shimmying across the fire escape in a dress and heels after locking myself out.
I'll never forget seeing Sarah Jessica Parker on the sidewalk right outside and nearly passing out when she told me I smelled freshly showered.
I'll never forget sprinting home to tackle my roommate when she called to tell me she was engaged. And I'll never forget crying for a good hour after watching her drive away when she moved out a few months later.
I'll never forget meeting my second roommate for the first time. And how much I needed to meet her in that very moment. ...and how I'm forever indebted to Craigslist.
I'll never forget all of the laughter, the tears, the "guess what? I got a job!" squeals, the visitors, the you'll-never-believe-what-happened-today's, the early mornings, the late nights, the inexplicable neighbors, the many different seasons, and the first time it felt like home...
...the first time it snowed.
People and places come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.
May you always be a good home, 270.
until next time,
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