...to my apartment.
Dear apartment,
We have been through a lot together in the six years I've lived here.
In some ways it feels like I moved in yesterday and in others an eternity ago with so many changes.
Remember the first day I moved in with a twin bed, tv stand, tv from college, and bike? I rolled out a sleeping bag in the middle of my living room for a couch. That was all I had. Now I look around and with the help of craigslist, friends, and family you're quite full. Countless friends came with me to craigslist pick-ups with their cars or just came with and we requested van cabs. Grandma decided she didn't want her couch anymore. Karen & I made a trip to IKEA. And you started to fill up.
I started collecting posters and DIYing to create my ever changing gallery wall. Mom & Dad gifted me some fancy artwork from the Lakeview East Arts Festival. You became decorated.
This is just your appearance. You were there for me as I made my way home from four different jobs, 6 including the temp ones. Remember when I moved in I didn't even have one? Karen lived here for awhile while she settled in to Chicago. Trained for 3 marathons, hopping on the path right outside my door. You soothed me as I put my feet up with ice on my knees after long runs. Biked to work countless days.
We had to add rabbit ears to my TV once it was too old for the current public access. But even that was years ago. It's still trucking.
When I really stop to think about it. The two things I'm going to miss most are having the lake at the end of my block and being less than a mile from Karen. (location, location, location ;) Actually when we were starting to look, we looked at Logan Square rather than Ukrainian Village to be closer to Karen. We'll still have our sister dates, but we won't have the cab/uber/lyft or bike rides home together. I know it will be easier than I work it up in my head...
Even though I'll miss this place, I know it's time to move on. And I am excited to live in Logan Square. You've been good to me. Thank you.
P.S. I move this weekend so my place does not look like the photos. There are boxes everywhere!
Dear apartment,
We have been through a lot together in the six years I've lived here.
In some ways it feels like I moved in yesterday and in others an eternity ago with so many changes.
Remember the first day I moved in with a twin bed, tv stand, tv from college, and bike? I rolled out a sleeping bag in the middle of my living room for a couch. That was all I had. Now I look around and with the help of craigslist, friends, and family you're quite full. Countless friends came with me to craigslist pick-ups with their cars or just came with and we requested van cabs. Grandma decided she didn't want her couch anymore. Karen & I made a trip to IKEA. And you started to fill up.
I started collecting posters and DIYing to create my ever changing gallery wall. Mom & Dad gifted me some fancy artwork from the Lakeview East Arts Festival. You became decorated.
This is just your appearance. You were there for me as I made my way home from four different jobs, 6 including the temp ones. Remember when I moved in I didn't even have one? Karen lived here for awhile while she settled in to Chicago. Trained for 3 marathons, hopping on the path right outside my door. You soothed me as I put my feet up with ice on my knees after long runs. Biked to work countless days.
We had to add rabbit ears to my TV once it was too old for the current public access. But even that was years ago. It's still trucking.
When I really stop to think about it. The two things I'm going to miss most are having the lake at the end of my block and being less than a mile from Karen. (location, location, location ;) Actually when we were starting to look, we looked at Logan Square rather than Ukrainian Village to be closer to Karen. We'll still have our sister dates, but we won't have the cab/uber/lyft or bike rides home together. I know it will be easier than I work it up in my head...
Even though I'll miss this place, I know it's time to move on. And I am excited to live in Logan Square. You've been good to me. Thank you.
P.S. I move this weekend so my place does not look like the photos. There are boxes everywhere!
Oh wow! So many memories! This apartment has been so good to you. On to bigger and better things.
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