It's much like saying good bye to your best friend, your confidant, your open arms after a long day at school, at work--didn't matter. This one place, just this one, this is home.
Last night sleeping in 517. I will miss the familar smells, sights and sounds. I miss it already deep in my bones. There is a dull ache. I think it is more for the people who have once occupied it and those who do now and for those who will.
I always love for people to come into my space and say it feels like home. That is what I love doing...I love going home, so to hear people say that and enjoy my space it makes me smile. I hope my new 1220 will be just as good. Maybe a little more retro, shabby, chic but good enough.
I just want to thank everyone who has ever crossed 517's threshold. You helped make this house a living, breathing home. It wouldn't have been the same without you.
Now I am off to sleep on not my couch but it is still very willing...
Good night my loves,
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