Place.

Good things come and go. People are laughing and crying. Things are changing and things are staying the same. It's so hard to overestimate just how much you'd like things to stay the same and yet how easily things change. A good song at just the right moment can make the mood. Can make it vivid and untaintable. He's laughing with some new girl he just met. A real laugh, an honest laugh. I want to blast the music. Not to drown anything out but to compliment the rythym of all the movement in my life.

When I leave for NY in a couple days, I leave the past year and some months of my life. It's a period unmatched in its dynamo and dwarfing in its scope. Its hard to believe. Though I'll only be gone for a week and half, Nick will be all moved out when I return. Now listen to those two, Nick and his new lady friend Jessica, cursing like sailors and giggling like middle schoolers. The whole dynamic of this apartment will shift when he moves out. It's been shifting since the moment it was clear he was leaving.

Good things in and better things out.

How's that for a life philosophy?

Devour your blessings. And not slowly or with any regard for manners. Stuff your face, make a mess, and with every once of vigor and intensity you can muster swallow it all in one 16 month sized bite. Digest it. Make it a part of yourself. Hope you're better for it. Then put back into the world a better version of yourself.

Good things in and better things out.

In such an enchanting way this apartment has come alive. It came alive with a concoction of people, ideas, and histories that don't make sense but work anyway. It was made valuable by all the interplay, all the jokes, all the music, all the memories. Besides, what made this apartment was never the walls, dressed in paint, posters and markers though they may be. It was the people that support the foundation. So long as those people remain aware of each other, the apartment remains.

To Nick Myers, I'm gonna miss you.

Don't be a stranger.