Au Revoir, Flora Vista

I will miss you, little house. With your doors that don't close or lock and let in all of the leaves and dust and outside elements. I will miss the frequent visits of skunks, the sinks that were always clogged, and the horrific sulfuric/raw egg smell that constantly eminated from the dishwasher. I will miss the rat traps in the laundry room that were found full on more than one occasion including - but not limited to - my birthday. I will miss the lightswitch to my bedroom being located conveniently outside of the bedroom on the living room wall. I will miss the six foot tall and perpetually crooked fence that kindly blocked all sunlight from reaching our incredible dirt and gravel front yard.

But more than all of that, I will miss the evenings in the hot tub with friends. The parts of the house that were in fact quite charming and cute. I'll miss the fireplace and curling up in front of it in the winter with a cup of tea to read or watch a movie. I'll miss the close proximity to Lazy Acres and Alcazar and Hendry's beach. I'll miss the incessant yet somehow charming ability of my roommate to never remember to take her tea out of the microwave and the every-thirty-second-reminder beep of the microwave that I always seemed to hear but was lost on her ears. The hours spent talking, laughing, crying, listening, and doing life with the amazing women that I was so blessed to call roommates for a year and a half; I will miss learning and growing there, with them, the most.