So Longfellow.

This morning John and I said goodbye to 247 Longfellow Street. We left far too much trash for the people picking it up, we probably made way too much noise cleaning up, we laughed, I cried a little, and in the end I attempted to paint a door...unsuccessfully. Through the experience, I realized a few things about moving:

First of all, I have acquired way too much junk over the past two years. I think I threw away/donated a full car load's worth of stuff to charities and the dumpster.

Second, I don't think I will move again until I find the lady who is stuck with me for the rest of her life. Then that is a worthy move

Third, moving (in general) sucks.

Fourth, contrary to popular belief, wood floors are not comfortable.

In the end Longfellow will always have a special place in my heart. It was the longest I stayed somewhere since living in Hazleton. The house took a thing or two from me...mainly though, it took my dignity. The house brought us Matthew Shoulders and beer pong on a door. It brought Brian singing in his boxers, and great neighbors who liked to paint their home odd colors.

Now, while all those are great, Longfellow most of all gave me a home and a family. So while I'm looking forward to the new experience of living with four girls, I would be remiss to say that a part of me isn't wishing I still called 247 "home."

My new experience will mark the first time I am actually living downtown/in a place where the cab driver is not pissed he has to take me home for the first time in 7 years. I hope this also means that friends will be more likely to visit. It just makes sense.

So, so Long-Fellow...thanks for the memories. I'll miss you.