Movin' Out

This was written 9\29\2011. But my lazy ass didn't publish it until today.....

This is my last night in the apartment I've called home for the past three and a half years! Sad, but hopeful that this move will be the start of the next amazing chapter off my life. It's funny that when I first moved in I was crying over the same guy I just had over a few nights ago. The one I loved is the one I've learned to live without. It's strange when you can honestly say that you're ok with something ending. That, for me, shows that it was really time for it to end. That you've really grown up. Though there are pangs; it's all good. 
It's strange how much a place can mean to you. A place that was maybe built before you that will be there after you are gone. I try not to get to attached since it's so hard for me to let go, but I've grown to really love this place! A lot can happen in three and a half years. Up and down this place was my haven. It will be remembered fondly. I say goodbye to my place not as a building where I spent some time, but as an old friend, with whom I share many memories.

Below is a list of things I will miss most about this place:

Rock band nights!
Thai food eaten
Timbers games!
Heartbreaks
Getting over heartbreaks
Dance parties
Netflix discs watched
Cried to sleep
Happy to awake
Hangovers
Hugs
Spiders(killed with the help of my cat)

1959 SW Morrison, Portland, OR the place I've lived the longest after the house I grew up in.