Tonight is my last night in my Smith apartment.

I’m going to miss it.

The french doors, the hardwood floors, the windows (oh the windows), the nifty oldstyle ironing board that comes out of a small closet in the kitchen, the front porch where many fond memories were forged, the little market across the street where I shop every day and they know my name, the very short walk to downtown (i.e. cafes, food, and wine), the view up Bedford Terrace and the beautiful Smith buildings, the built-in pantry, the closet space, my enormous dining room, friends being right upstairs (good for a cup of sugar, a stick of butter, company, laughter, and sharing wine and chocolate)…

yeah, I’m going to miss this place.

(That’s the view from our porch)

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