I'm moving tomorrow. And I look around at these walls, these rice paper partitions that have seen it all. The one thing that's been there this whole time has been this house. And tonight's my last night under its roof.
I loved so deeply here.
Here's to a better year. I'll drink to that.
Club soda, though. You always want your goodbyes to be sober so you can have the clearest view of what you're leaving behind.