I’m going to miss this room, this crazy, neurotic room. This room where we’ve eaten, slept, laughed, cried, sat, watched, played, lived. This room is my favorite room of all the rooms I’ve ever been in. This room is home.
I have made some of my favorite memories in this room. This room knows my secrets, and I trust it to keep and remember them all. This room has taken blows. This room has had its ups and downs.
This room has held our loneliness and fears. This room has laughed with us and watched us fill out application after application after application.
This room has helped me make decisions, good and bad. This room has seen us party and mourn. This room bears our scars and holds pieces of us.
But when we leave, this room will go on without us in it. This room will have different inhabitants, perhaps strangers who will become best friends. This room will live on, and so will we.