![[TLDR: I’m moving apartments and it’s the end of an era or whatever, but it’ll be fine. Kbye]It started with a cake and ended with chocolate chip banana bread.Like most things when I moved to DC, the first time I saw my apartment, it was through a screen. Cece toured it in person, carrying me around on FaceTime. When she left the building, all I could say was, “Am I crazy or is that apartment perfect?”At the end of April 2020, I arrived just before midnight with a truck full of all my things and a drugged up dog. Over the next five years, I moved from one floor to the basement, and so by now half the house has been my home. I weathered the pandemic and got acclimated to my new job at The Post over Zooms in my room while history played out outside my windows.But the stuff that filled the downtime is what will stick with me when I look back on my time at this place: parties, potlucks, karaoke, boo-ows, sleepovers, clothing swaps, pregames, heart to hearts til 3 or 4am, dog friends (Nina, Bonnie, Olive, Scout, Juno, Panko, Penny, Athena, Bagel, Rey), cat friends (Luna, Mimzy), rats gallivanting in the snow, stoop soups, Hello Fresh meals, disco ball lights, Christmas cardinals, cinnamon rolls, vegan croissants, champkas, gallery wall after gallery wall, brand new couches to hold eight people, butter-eating upstairs neighbors, cinderblock-wearing upstairs neighbors, spatulas to defend against 3am home invaders, ring cameras to capture creepers (and rats!), on-fire smores, kiddie pool mango cakes, fixing swollen ankles and surgeried shoulders, sooo many Taylor Swift albums, babushkas, plants taller than people, lipstick laundry (three times, y’all), the kindest and most responsive landlord in the world, and, finally, the best visitors from Colorado, California, Florida, Utah, Idaho, New York, South Carolina, North Carolina, Illinois, Vietnam, Britain, Pennsylvania, Virginia, Maryland and Texas.I thought it might be nice to let Lily see out a window again, so after all this time and all these memories, we’re moving to a new place. It’s new era, and a fresh start, ripe for great times, so come visit.]()
[TLDR: I’m moving apartments and it’s the end of an era or whatever, but it’ll be fine. Kbye]
It started with a cake and ended with chocolate chip banana bread.
Like most things when I moved to DC, the first time I saw my apartment, it was through a screen. Cece toured it in person, carrying me around on FaceTime. When she left the building, all I could say was, “Am I crazy or is that apartment perfect?”
At the end of April 2020, I arrived just before midnight with a truck full of all my things and a drugged up dog. Over the next five years, I moved from one floor to the basement, and so by now half the house has been my home. I weathered the pandemic and got acclimated to my new job at The Post over Zooms in my room while history played out outside my windows.
But the stuff that filled the downtime is what will stick with me when I look back on my time at this place: parties, potlucks, karaoke, boo-ows, sleepovers, clothing swaps, pregames, heart to hearts til 3 or 4am, dog friends (Nina, Bonnie, Olive, Scout, Juno, Panko, Penny, Athena, Bagel, Rey), cat friends (Luna, Mimzy), rats gallivanting in the snow, stoop soups, Hello Fresh meals, disco ball lights, Christmas cardinals, cinnamon rolls, vegan croissants, champkas, gallery wall after gallery wall, brand new couches to hold eight people, butter-eating upstairs neighbors, cinderblock-wearing upstairs neighbors, spatulas to defend against 3am home invaders, ring cameras to capture creepers (and rats!), on-fire smores, kiddie pool mango cakes, fixing swollen ankles and surgeried shoulders, sooo many Taylor Swift albums, babushkas, plants taller than people, lipstick laundry (three times, y’all), the kindest and most responsive landlord in the world, and, finally, the best visitors from Colorado, California, Florida, Utah, Idaho, New York, South Carolina, North Carolina, Illinois, Vietnam, Britain, Pennsylvania, Virginia, Maryland and Texas.
I thought it might be nice to let Lily see out a window again, so after all this time and all these memories, we’re moving to a new place. It’s new era, and a fresh start, ripe for great times, so come visit.
8 months ago
![[TLDR: I’m moving apartments and it’s the end of an era or whatever, but it’ll be fine. Kbye]It started with a cake and ended with chocolate chip banana bread.Like most things when I moved to DC, the first time I saw my apartment, it was through a screen. Cece toured it in person, carrying me around on FaceTime. When she left the building, all I could say was, “Am I crazy or is that apartment perfect?”At the end of April 2020, I arrived just before midnight with a truck full of all my things and a drugged up dog. Over the next five years, I moved from one floor to the basement, and so by now half the house has been my home. I weathered the pandemic and got acclimated to my new job at The Post over Zooms in my room while history played out outside my windows.But the stuff that filled the downtime is what will stick with me when I look back on my time at this place: parties, potlucks, karaoke, boo-ows, sleepovers, clothing swaps, pregames, heart to hearts til 3 or 4am, dog friends (Nina, Bonnie, Olive, Scout, Juno, Panko, Penny, Athena, Bagel, Rey), cat friends (Luna, Mimzy), rats gallivanting in the snow, stoop soups, Hello Fresh meals, disco ball lights, Christmas cardinals, cinnamon rolls, vegan croissants, champkas, gallery wall after gallery wall, brand new couches to hold eight people, butter-eating upstairs neighbors, cinderblock-wearing upstairs neighbors, spatulas to defend against 3am home invaders, ring cameras to capture creepers (and rats!), on-fire smores, kiddie pool mango cakes, fixing swollen ankles and surgeried shoulders, sooo many Taylor Swift albums, babushkas, plants taller than people, lipstick laundry (three times, y’all), the kindest and most responsive landlord in the world, and, finally, the best visitors from Colorado, California, Florida, Utah, Idaho, New York, South Carolina, North Carolina, Illinois, Vietnam, Britain, Pennsylvania, Virginia, Maryland and Texas.I thought it might be nice to let Lily see out a window again, so after all this time and all these memories, we’re moving to a new place. It’s new era, and a fresh start, ripe for great times, so come visit.](https://sp1.picnob.com/p/pt_6722257335241149301629_0_17f4c8e9cd5abe11bd5a75a73ebae703.jpg?o=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&h=26272b4af5e1d34cb535873f759ee026)
