Entropy

I sit here in an apartment that within a month, I will likely never sit in again. I look at a view that has remain unchanged for that stretch. The skyline has become a friendly reminder. A reminder of the possibilities of moving to the bigger and better. Even the view within the apartment has remained similar. The same couches, TV, and window coverings. The same couches I have sat on, sparingly, for the last....2 years? Roughly. The same TV I have played many an hour of Xbox on. The windows that prevent video games on a sunny day between the hours of 5 and 7 pm. Excellent memories.
I've always viewed this place as a refuge in the storm, and it has been, quite literally once or twice. It's my vacation home, filled with good conversation and friends.
When I first met the place, I was wearing a red Hawaiian shirt, and sort of came up on a whim. I was sitting in B'lingham lonely, and decided to text some fun people I had met during Sasquatch. And then next thing I am walking up hill in the summer heat, into the apartment. Its a house to me, all technicalities aside. A clean white. The dinning chairs and table. The couch. The walls, all a pretty reflective white. I love this place, in a goal-oriented sense. I love the people in it. They have impacted me in a way I couldn't have imagined.
I will miss this place.