As I move from this house that I have been living in for ten months, it seems very apropos that Halloween decorations still adorn various places throughout this place. There are many ghosts that have attached themselves to 1307, and they wish to finally have peace. So it has thus been left to me, the last caretaker of the Fortress of Friendship, to finally bury the bodies, the memories, the hope that has attached itself to this place. And so, I went over each corner of these walls and meditated upon the meaning they will come to garner over the next few years.
These walls held me in the midst of a mental breakdown/psychotic break the night I found out my brother committed suicide. These walls saw me foster some of the best, and worst, relationships I have had. These walls heralded in the beginning of a whole new chapter in my life. These walls have seen a huge amount of change.
Even though these walls have been fairly nice to me, but even the sweetest things eventually turn sour. New chapter, new trail, new story.