I stand outside on the porch on my last night, while the hot humid wind blows in my face. The moon is glistening in a distance, faintly lighting up the tree lined street, while a single lamp lights up the apartment inside, while the music faintly plays in the background from my living room.
It is hard to believe that it is the last night at this apartment and it is so very bittersweet.
I step back inside, staring at the one single chair that swirls around, taking in all the empty rooms I am surrounded by and grab my computer to write this last post from this place I used to call home and the place that I felt safe in.
I started my day off at my usual coffee shop, just people watching and trying to embrace every moment I have here. When the thrift store I was…
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