Tomorrow I move.

I'm not moving to Superior anymore; I'm staying in Duluth. I'm moving five blocks away. Tomorrow's going to be hell, but it's going to be worth it.

I'm looking forward to downsizing. I'm looking forward to cleansing myself and my space of all the shit I have that I don't need.

As much as I loved this house, it's time for me to leave it behind. I'm completely different from the girl who moved in last June. I still fall in love with everyone and I still get very excited about everything, but I'm more together, more mature, and I have a planner now, goddamn it, and I'm going to use it. This house represents a certain time period in my life that, while I enjoyed the fuck out of it, it's time to let go.

On a related but bizarre note, I realized yesterday that I had EIGHT roommates during my time in this house. A chronological cheers to each one of you: Sarah S, Jason (in Japan!), Dave, Marisa, Kecia, Sarah B, Pelowski, and D. Laraway. (And Muhs, because we all know he kind of counts.) I learned at least a little something from each one of you, and you all influenced my growth in some way or another.

So farewell, Sixteenth Avenue. Goodbye, green carpeting. Take it easy, Swing of Truth. Good luck, fire pit. Take care, big obnoxious pink couch. Keep it real, S&M door.

Many thanks, House.

I'm moving.