Goodbye, house on Mary Street. I'll miss your hardwood floors, your close proximity to the best bars in the city, and all the nights I spent curled up in bed talking on the phone while you creaked and settled and haunted me with all kinds of ghostly sounds. Goodbye, loud people in the apartment behind me. Goodbye, man who circled me on his bike every morning and asked me to give him $3. Goodbye, group of hoodlums who sat on our porch throwing rocks at cars. Goodbye, little black girls named Armani and Prada who walked past my window while on their way home from school everyday. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Goodbye Mary Street, my first stop on this harrowing little adventure I'm on. Thanks for the memories.