Despite all of the bubble wrap, boxes and packing tape that started to appear weeks ago, it was hard to imagine a time when we would no longer be residents of 363 Humboldt St. It was the site of our first flirtatious night together in February, 2010 (thank you again William Meny for not being annoyed when we talked through all of Harry Potter). It was the place where the stairs creaked and slanted slightly, where fig trees bloomed, where fig trees freakishly froze to death and died, where Mr. Borelli would putter about, and where Legion would keep us all up late. It was the apartment where our friends could come and wander into the backyard every summer weekend, nursing a hangover and simultaneously preparing for another one the next day. In recent years it became our first home together when we dated, and then the site of our engagement, and now our first home as a married couple. It hosted numerous group dinners, movie nights, random Airbnb guests, a few mice and finally, completely new residents.

Thank you to all of our housemates over the years: Andy, Garren, Emily, Jocey, Tomie, Sage, Britt, Sarah, Kelsey, Sarah, Romain, and Charles. Thanks to the dozens of houseguests who came through and made our life even sweeter. We will miss you all – you have somewhere to stay if we are ever so lucky to live in the same city again.

Our move out was pretty simple, luckily you don’t have to pack memories into boxes – if that were the case we would never have fit in our storage unit! After weeks of preparation we were out in a matter of hours. At the end of the day we had one last Saltie sandwich for the road, before handing in our keys and saying goodbye to Mr. & Mrs. Borelli.