Today I stood in the back yard of my shitty house and realized how much I’m going to miss that shitty house. In two weeks, I leave it forever. If I wasn’t headed for California, I would probably be even more sad than I already am.
I have written a longer farewell piece about my house, which I will post soon. For now, this will suffice.
I love you, shitty house.
(If you look closely, you can spot Dante somewhere in the picture. He was too scared to join me out there. He preferred to have a quick escape route.)