Last night, Mike moved out of the apartment.
After he made his final sweep of the apartment, picking up stray mail and random items from the bathroom, he came up to my room. "I'm leaving," he told me looking down at his feet and shuffling them slightly.
"Aw, Mike! I'm going to miss you!" It was true. For all the mini drama -- "I'm breaking the lease and moving into a condo! Wait, no I'm not! Hey, I might break the lease and move to North Carolina! Wait, no I'm staying. Buy a couch with me!" -- Mike was pretty rad to live with. Considering that Kelly and I picked him up from Roommates.com and with all of the weirdos we could have ended up with, we got someone nice, easygoing, and normal.
Well, I'm using the term "normal" pretty loosely.
As we hugged goodbye he told me, "No matter what, you and Kelly are my family now. You're my family out here."
Bye, Mike. It was a blast living with you.
Oh god, now I have to live with this guy:
Send booze, please.
After he made his final sweep of the apartment, picking up stray mail and random items from the bathroom, he came up to my room. "I'm leaving," he told me looking down at his feet and shuffling them slightly.
"Aw, Mike! I'm going to miss you!" It was true. For all the mini drama -- "I'm breaking the lease and moving into a condo! Wait, no I'm not! Hey, I might break the lease and move to North Carolina! Wait, no I'm staying. Buy a couch with me!" -- Mike was pretty rad to live with. Considering that Kelly and I picked him up from Roommates.com and with all of the weirdos we could have ended up with, we got someone nice, easygoing, and normal.
Well, I'm using the term "normal" pretty loosely.
As we hugged goodbye he told me, "No matter what, you and Kelly are my family now. You're my family out here."
Bye, Mike. It was a blast living with you.
Oh god, now I have to live with this guy:
Send booze, please.
Labels: Appreciation, Photography
1 Comments:
that was pretty f'n funny. and your photography is scary good.
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