The last morning in Babe House
This house was a watering hole for a lot of people who needed somewhere to breathe and rest before moving into the next chapter of their lives. We all knew it was a transitory space and we did the best we could with what we had. As is the nature of college housing, there was frustration and grief and burnt tortillas and fruit flies and also laughter and Secret Santa and art that was made. I will remember it fondly. Six people is a lot of people to live with, but I’m happy it was all of you.


















