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.

Fall of the Irish

This season was supposed to be something special. The Irish were supposed to rise from the ashes, wake up the echoes, and return to glory. Like the former head coach said, "At Notre Dame, 9-3 is not good enough" Well Charlie, I bet you are eating those words now.

For how much talent this team has with Clausen and Tate, they just couldn't get the defense to make it all work. The real travesty isn't that they lost so many close, but rather that there were so many close calls.

With Charlie gone, and most likely Jimmy and Golden gone as well...it doesn't look like the Irish will be rising anytime soon.

Also, to not go to a bowl game...thats just stupid on all accounts. Get your million dollar check, pay off Charlie, and get some practice. Suck it up, and win one for the Gipper...or the fans that continually sell out your stadium.