Goodbye, home

Dear apartment,

I'm not really feeling nostalgic, but I thought I should write you a quick goodbye note.

Even though you were too small, you treated us pretty well. You kept us warm. (Mostly.) You kept us safe. (Although I won't forgive you for the mice that ran out from under the stove one morning.) You kept us entertained. (Thanks to the piano-playing neighbor and the crazy screaming neighbor.)

There are quite a few things I won't miss, though. The mold that grew on the windows in the winter. Eugh. The fact that you had no plug-ins in the kitchen, forcing us to plug our blender and toaster in next to all the plants by the window. Your lack of counter space. The paper-thin walls. The creepy alleyway that the dumpster was in. The fact that you sat ten feet away from another apartment building. And the lack of sufficient hiding space for all our junk.

We're moving on to a bigger and better place. I can't say that I'm going to miss you too much. But you were the first stable living place in my life in seven years, and for that I thank you. Before you, I never lived anywhere longer than nine months.

Also, I will miss the spider that lived in our mailbox, who poked his head out every time we got our mail.

Goodbye, home. May your next tenants treat you well.

Stacey