I always planned on writing this, an ode to what was, what will never again be.
Lately I've come to terms with how I attach myself to everything...people, stray and unwanted animals, pints of Ben & Jerry's, fish named Beyonce, apartments - 1357 was our kingdom. Our safe haven from reality, our escape from destiny and authoritative figures with badges and shiny shoes. A dusty, unmopped gathering of mistakes and occasionally, learning. I didn't think I would miss it, given the brick walls in our new palace but I'm having a hard time feeling like myself without it. Somedays I feel as though my soul is stuck there with my 3 years younger self that didn't owe money to the government.
Every expired condiment spewed out of the fridge when you opened the door, we only ever had cold pizza on hand, guests showed no boundaries, and every day another piece of cabinet and/or ceiling hit the floor. It was our first real home, our own place to discover how harsh reality was. A place to make our own mistakes, a place of shelter when we were truly lost and a place to discover ourselves when the time finally felt right (....still waiting).
Honestly the place needed to be burned down. You couldn't stretch one arm out in the bathroom, I ruined the wall with gallons of red paint and it was only a matter of time until the rats staked their claim. Friends came and went, tradegy occasionally struck and happiness flowed as free as the beer. But whether you partied with us, slept on our roof, tumbled down our stairs or made dinner with us, 1357 was once a home for you too. Raise a glass with me as I finally it let go. TEARSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
Featuring Cous, in his prime. Anticipating the arrival of his (our) friends and probably overjoyed he didn't have a sister yet.
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