I think I moved here in June 2008. I know it was before July 4.
I have lived with three different roommates. It's hosted two boyfriends, numerous parties, and a lot of TV-fests. I upgraded from a twin to a queen-sized bed in this apartment. I freelanced, was unemployed, worked, ran wild.
This was the first place that felt like home since my parents' house in San Carlos.
And now I'm peacing out.
Should I be feeling more?
I think I'm very excited to have my own place, and that's overriding the fact that this has really been home for 2+ years. I've had very good times here. Frankly, the only real, deal-breaking complaint I had was Screaming Baby downstairs. The apartment has been good to me.
I am still not really packed up, so I have to get to that. I'm going to miss this place. I had many happy memories here. I guess that's all you can ask for in a home.
I hope the new place will offer many happy memories, too.
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