Apartment #8

Thank you for the memories.

I close your door for the final time. sit outside on the porch for my last 20-minute thinking session, misty-eyed. I didn’t think that I’d miss your four walls.

I knew moving was the right choice: two months to replace a refrigerator purchased at a company that went out of business six years ago? It finally died. If maintenance couldn’t fix something like that what happened in emergencies like leaking roofs?

It was time to move and reunite with my dogs, the ones I had to leave with mom when the pandemic started, she was medically quarantined.

However, I can’t deny the role you played in my life: you kept my husband’s belongings and acted as a man cave for over a decade You were my safe place after the car accident.

You were where we spent our first 10 months of marriage and where we made the marriage official. Your porches held many of my writing moments as well providing my reading zone as I tore through books.

I’m grateful for the year we had together. I hope your next tenants will be gentle to you.