As the date of my departure becomes ever closer, I'm drawn to address the reality that I'm leaving a home behind me. The house at 520 Spring St NW was a home from the day we moved in. It felt like a home, and that's what we wanted it to be. While so many have come in and out of our home for meals, study sessions, dart games, or board game nights, there is one group of men that was the backbone of it all. I've grown so close to these men over the last year. I can recognize their footsteps throughout the house, and I know that Micah hates breakfast, unless it's egg-bake. They've put up with me through a lot, and they were there, despite it all. They've supported my aspirations, patronized my wild ideas, and told me I was being an idiot when I deserved it. They're my brothers, and I'm going to miss them a lot in the coming months. As John keeps reminding me though, it's not as if this were the end.
I will so miss those sunsets, admired from a rocking chair, alongside good company, with a beer in my hand.
And...
...mine and John's snack sessions
...John and I, midnight fly fishing.
...back porch concerts.
... screen time
...grocery shopping with Nate for family dinners.
...building toothpick bridges with Stuart.
...my kindred spirit.
...the guy who brought us together
...that fu manchu
...laughing fits with McClain
...McClain practicing his Sneak
...late night catfishing.
...those 4 random, closed-door conversations that happened in the bathroom.
...Micah's antics, and a kindred spirit, Mike.
...this look.
...Ben the stud; and that beard.
...back porch conversations.
...all of them.
I will so miss those sunsets, admired from a rocking chair, alongside good company, with a beer in my hand.
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