Last Days in the Apartment

A couple of my brother's friends from the block stopped by to offer condolences when I was home last, little George, who I didn't even recognize at first, is now going to be a senior. Senior year of high school was a happy time but paradoxically also a sad time - in the back of your mind, everything that happens is your "last". Your "last" first day of school. Your "last" Thanksgiving game. Your "last" concert/wrestling meet. Your "last" 'March 12th' at school. Finally, your last day of school. I shouldn't have used quotes at all...it really is your last.

This has been on my mind since yesterday afternoon, as I continue to pack up the apartment for tomorrow's move. Last night was my last dinner in the apartment, my last night sleeping there (I'm crashing at a friend's tonight), and so this morning was the last time I will wake up in what has been my home for two years. I'm about to go have my last breakfast.

I might post an opinion soon at http://www.blogger.com/www.apartmentratings.com (zip code: 30308). Currently the score is hovering at 22% approval...I'll probably knock it down a bit. The place has a great location - behind the grocery store and down the street from the MARTA station, but that's all it has. For the rent I'm paying, it's certainly overpriced. Oh well, you live and learn, and in the future I'll know better.

I'm nervous and excited as I get ready to begin this next chapter of my life. This is T.J., from the Savannah Midtown, signing off...