anything essential is invisible to the eyes
I have stepped foot into 203 N Gregory Apartment 205, my home for the past two years (ish), for the last time. It’s like the end of an era.
I think back on all the fond memories — of all my food being removed from the cabinets and shoved into a box, the greco-roman wrestling that apparently was going on upstairs by the sounds I heard, peeing on all of Brian’s stuff… good times, good times.
Tuesday I start my internship at a small company in Washington. I leave Sunday for three months of rainy weather and… I think all they have is the rain, yeah.