Through our door.
Into the next chapter.
And watching it happen,
it hit me.
We've graduated. We've finished. We're starting a new chapter.
And the memories we made at 201 Dawes,
will be the ones to stick.
It was here where we stumbled as we figured out how to be adults.
We made mistakes.
Birthdays were celebrated.
From 20 to 21.
21 to 22.
22 to 23.
The memories we have are the ones we will never forget.
Our nights led to one of two things:
a good time
or
a great story.
We captured sunsets.
We grilled out.
We danced,
and played our music too loud.
We ran laps,
and laughed enough to fill the block.
We took pictures in the mirror that grew to know us,
dressed down for socials,
and dressed up for formals.
This kitchen is where we experimented with cooking.
This house taught us what cleaning upkeep looks like
(and what it doesn't look like).
This living room has taught us how to create community.
We thought sharing was hard in kindergarten,
no one tells you how hard it is in college.
This house taught us how.
We learned how to talk to neighbors.
How to shovel.
How to park.
And to appreciate good communication.
We made friends,
and left friends.
These walls have heard breakups,
and have embraced us as we grew to fall in love with our soulmates.
Secrets were shared,
and tears were shed,
As I sat in a bare house the morning my parents left,
I couldn't visualize graduation.
Today, I'm in awe that I have only numbered days remaining.
And will forever be baffled by the fact that
while the current me can't wait to move out,
the future me will be dying to come back.
They came in.
They moved out.
And they will always remain apart of.
8 girls.
over
3 years.
at
1 address.
