ohmaan

on Living, on Leaving

In west on 07/15/2011 at 10:45 pm

Two years ago, I moved into the most special apartment, a place that quickly became my favorite home. I moved in and slept on a mattress in the middle of the bedroom and left to Vegas the next day. I painted my living room wall a pale sea foam, I climbed out the window onto the roof when I wanted air, I lounged and loved and had a very beautiful time in this dear place. I had a big Christmas dinner, a neighbor that hated me, pink ruffled pillows, and weekly meals with my mom. I spent four hours baking alfajores, endless time in my bathtub, and many, many nights pulling into my spot thinking: I love coming home. 

It is my last night in this apartment. It is my last time on this couch, in this spot, watching Friday Night Lights. It’s the series finale tonight for Coach Taylor and for me. Everything is changing.

Bless you little home, bless you for everything.

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