Well: farewell to my apartment by Lake Merritt.
Other than my house in Portland, I think this place is the one I feel least sentimental about. It faced a back lot and there were no animals or grass or plants, which I know was a big bummer for Dante. People always said that it felt cozy in there which was true. But at the beginning of summer it came to feel like a sad place and I didn’t want to be there anymore. I won’t miss it at all.
It took me a week to pack and empty it. After I finished mopping and sweeping the floors, I put my key on the kitchen counter and left my apartment for the last time.