Dear Apartment 202,

It's been a good year, and a fast one too. I don't know where this past year has gone, but I want it to come back. You were a great apartment (Besides the bad paint job and broken stairs) and I wish I could do it all over again.

You listened to us talk about our day,

watched us have countless mental breakdowns over math homework

and put up with us arranging (and rearranging) the furniture.

You welcomed our friends,

always gave us a place to nap

and watched us take countless pictures.

You hosted movie nights,

opened the door for countless delivery guys

and let us cover you in glitter while crafting.

You dealt with us blasting music from "Hannah Montana" to Fetty Wap at all hours,

let us decorate for every holiday

and brought people together.

You watched us try on outfit after outfit,

became a personal library

and never judged how long we spent in the living room watching Netflix.

You let us vent about our problems,

listened to our endless stories

and became our home away from home.

So thank you, apartment 202, for everything you've done.

You will be missed.