Last day in my apartment. Home for 3 years, my first place of my own, this was my life in Seattle and my first bid for real independence. I’m not sure I was always truly independant, but i gave it a good whack anyway.

The movers are coming between 12 and 2. The window on my life is brief and oddly specific! Visual metaphor: like a sparrow trapped in a house, i’ll find it and fly out only after chaotic and panicked flapping and be gone in the blink of eye. Will the room stand there as i stand there, breathless and pulse racing in an abrupt silence?