Last night in the old place.

One thing I won't miss about this apartment is the window in my bedroom. It just won't stay open. Maybe that's common in old Chicago apartments.

If I need to cool off the room I prop the window open with a framed picture of Sarah and I.

Forgive the self-referencing, but three and a half years ago this is what I wrote (on a past blog) my first night in this apartment.

"Young and I moved into our new place. For two guys who don't have a lot of stuff, we have a lot of stuff. Are there any apartments in Chicago that aren't on the third floor? Exhausted."

The place Sarah and I are moving into is on the third floor, by the way.

This is what I wrote the next day.

"After about 15 hours of moving, I fell into a deep sleep. My phone woke me up at 3 in the morning. It was Young, calling from the other side of the apartment. His newly painted bedroom door was stuck shut, trapping him in his room. 'I've been trying to open it for 15 minutes. Could you come over here and help. I have to use the bathroom.' Roommates."

Packing is a good opportunity to throw away things you don't need anymore and keep... well, keep the things you keep.

Some things I threw away:
Dart board (the actual darts have been missing for years)
Fez
Assorted fortune cookie fortunes ("You will soon be on a secret mission of the heart." "It would be good to treat yourself to dessert.")
Laser pointer

Some things I kept:
Pen that extends into chart pointer
Cleanroom bunny suit (slightly too small)
Old cell phones
'Love Boat' action figures I forgot I had
Chicken

Sarah: [mid-spazz out] Five days from now we'll be in our new plaaaaaaaace!!!

So far, Young hasn't found a suitable replacement roommate for after I move out. He's given himself until April (a month of living alone) which is probably good because he hasn't had any takers among our close circle of friends.

Young: I realized just about everyone we know is married.

He's begun casually casting a wider net, posting a request to a message board for local improvisers.

Nearly the end of three and a half years of living together.