Aw, little apartment, I've loved you so much. You've seen me through a lot of hair colors and I appreciate that. I loved sitting in that little spot on the radiator cover, behind the bathroom door, next to the window, and watching the parties the First Floor guys used to throw. I loved lying in my bed, right up next to the window, and watching rainstorms when I didn't have to go outside. I hated you so much when that toilet broke for 2 days, twice. I hated you SO MUCH. I also hated you when we had that rat and Eric and I jumped up on chairs and screamed like in the movies. I loved when people would walk in the bathroom and say "it's so big!" I was really proud of you then. I used to stare up at the ceiling, divided in weird ways, and wonder what you used to be like. You were built in 1901 and no one ever died here! I looked it up; I was surprised. I wondered about old tenants. You must have seen so many people come and go! I hope the new tenants are good. I hope I was good. I'm sorry I lost a lot of hair and clogged your drains. I'll miss that faint glow from the streetlight and your noisy radiator that everyone always thought was the sink running, but I knew. And how I'd yell at anyone that touched your glass door knob because that's not how that door works! You're old and finicky and I love you. Thank you, Apartment 2.
