Dear 213 Woodpoint Road, Apartment 2,

Dear 213 Woodpoint Road, Apartment 2,

Let's be real here: you were a shithole. Sure, all our friends said it was "cute" and "quirky" and "had character," but the truth is that you sucked. Why did we have two different entrances, meaning I had to go out into the hallway to get to the bathroom? Why was one window in the living room blocked by the building next door? Why did the ceiling in the kitchen fall down one time and almost crush* my roommate? Some questions will never be answered. I'm glad we have left you behind.

But you know what? I will never be sad I lived in you, because somehow Craigslist Jesus brought me the best roommates in all of New York City. Also, you were very close to Atlantic Attic, where I have purchased upwards of 20 dresses. So that was good too.

Peace the fuck out,
Anna

*ok, she wasn't in there, but she could have been! She is frequently in there.