Dear Ex-Apartment,
I'm so happy it's over. I remember the day we first met—the whole arrangment was so full of promise, especially in comparison to our last place: you had an extra bedroom, a shower with good water pressure, a garbage disposal, and several well-placed windows for ventilation during the summer months.
However, it wasn't long before your true colors started to show and our relationship became strained. You were either cold all the time or too hot. You always let worms in the front door during rainy days. You harbored mold and ants and were composed entirely of dust. You were impossible to clean. I blame you for the endless rash of allergies and eczema that plagued us since we moved in.
Maybe I'm being too hard on you. Maybe one day I'll look back on our time together and laugh. After all, I had similar feelings of frustration towards the perpetual toaster oven of an apartment we lived in before you came along, and I tend to look back on those days with affection. However, that apartment did have the nostalgic distinction of being the first place in which TJ and I lived together since getting married. You might call that an unfair advantage, but life isn't fair, is it?
I feel sorry for the people who will inhabit you next.
Lauren
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