Dear Apartment 311,
With your spacious living room and amazing closet space, the 4 of us were never lacking the space that we needed to find moments of solitude. But, as you well know, the moments of solitude were not what made the last 13 months great. It was the moments spent sitting around the table in your open dining area, the moments when we decided that roommate sleepovers on the living room floor were awesome, the moments sitting on the kitchen counter having chats, the moments spent on your wonderful balcony that displayed the beauty of nature that can be found in the middle of the city, the moments of hyper-ness that occured regularly in your bedrooms and the moments of great joy that took place within your walls.
311, your walls had a front row seat to some of the best times of my life. Your walls witnessed countless fits of uncontrollable laughter and lots of love. Thanks for being such a great place to transition from student to full-fledged adult in a very short amount of time.
Although I will not miss the toxic fumes that wafted in through your sliding glass door, the lack of light in your hallways or the sketchy-ness of your trash chute room, I will miss the time that was spent making memories within your walls.
Thanks for being awesome, Apartment 311!
With Love,
Jamie