fireworks and hurricanes.

The tiny apartment that I occupied for less than a year is finally empty. Looking at it before I locked the front door for the last time was slightly bittersweet. The memories made were not pleasant from the beginning but I always kept the idealistic mind frame that I would learn to make those 550 square feet an actual home. Unfortunately, it was never the case. The bugs, however, did just that.

I've got a few activities planned for the night. Top of the list is the overwhelming pile of laundry that has accumulated in the corner of my room. Then onto Barnes & Noble for a new book. Then.. ahh, who knows. Listening to the rain pour.