so my best friend is moving out her apartment and i know it's weird to get all melancholic about it. but like. that apartment has been a big part of my life for the past year.
it's where i got a break from my family occasionally, where i spent many drunken nights playing many different drinking games, many last minute scrambles for taxis and many morning afters cursing my life and my choices to drink so much.
this is the place where i met tom, where we first spooned and awkwardly tried to flirt while staying cool and mysterious (at least i did). it's not so much the apartment as the people, but that apartment gave us space to be ourselves and do our thing.
so, i'll miss you stacey's apartment. and the many drunken nights and terrible music and weird neighbours looking through the balcony. you did good, son.
