Leaving for the last time
In the last 16 years I probably spent more time in this room than anywhere else. It felt weird to walk out last week knowing that if I was ever back it would be as a visitor.
Two apartments, a 9 year-old, seemingly countless seasons and events and just everything happened while I was here. Good times and bad and some awful and some great.
We moved just three floors, and it was the right call because no one wants offices anymore so why were we paying for 30 of them, but it feels a lot farther.
Probably some day I’ll stop hitting the wrong button in the elevator, but not yet.
