#402

It is absolutely ridiculous/crazypants/bananas how much of a hard time I'm having with leaving my apartment. I pack up boxes and start crying. Don't get me wrong, I'm very excited to be living with Stacy and I think we'll have a fun summer, but... My apartment was always my constant. Jobs and friends come and go, but I always had #402. When I was happy, I drunkenly danced around to the Black Keys. When I was upset, it was always comforting to come home to my little cave. It is my very first apartment- I found it on my own, I paid for it on my own, it was my own home for the first time in my life. The next ten days will be rough (and filled with pictures, so be prepared for that).

Bathroom self-portrait