So much to write about, and so little time... because instead I prefer to spend my time smelling, seeing, and even tasting, all sort of things in the streets, or perhaps drinking overpriced cocktails, and even doing a little dating here and there. Which by the way, dating life has led me to finally believe in ghosts - but that is a story for another time.
We'll catch up... but now, I would like to say my proper good-byes to my peeps in Atlanta. There is no better way to do this, than by writing a letter to the one and only that was ALWAYS there for me. No matter how life went by, I could always count on him to find comfort. My dear apartment in Atlanta. So, here we go!
Dear Kick-Ass Apartment in Atlanta,
I write to you from the land of the unknown.. well, it is actually known, as every map in the world includes it, but still, it feels like unknown at times.
We didn't have much time to say our proper good-byes, and to be honest, I didn't want to. I hate good-byes.
Our relationship was love at first sight. You looked so nice, approachable, cozy... who am I kidding? It was all about the size. It DOES matter. Anyways,
- I am sorry for the rough treatment you received during my friend's bachelorette party. To be fair, you got cleaned three days later right after we sobered up.
- I apologize for all the mean things I said to your walls that one time a "susodicho" broke up with me over the phone. You know I didn't mean it... actually, you know I meant it, and he deserved it.
- Thank you for not catching on fire during my cooking attempts. To be honest, I am convinced that you just liked to turn the fire alarm on every chance you would get, just to see me run, panic, open doors and fan anything I could to make the alarm shut up. I knew the drill, and my timing was getting better and better every time. Admit it.
- Thank you for not judging when I would walk around naked drinking wine. I know the windows were open and the neighbors could see, but just like I told you, who cares? I don't even know them!
- You saw friends come and go, and you always welcomed them. Also, you saw "friends" come and go, and you also welcomed them. That stays between us. FYI- I am becoming famous, and if one day you publish a book talking about lawyers, agents, neighbors or any other suspects, I will deny it all... or write the second version of the book with more details on it. It'll sell more copies than yours! Like I said, who cares? People would only be jealous.
- What a scary situation when I thought we would get separated because a guard caught me on the rooftop in the middle of the night rearranging the couch pillows. No one said that was illegal. Was it? I swear we were just dusting off the pillows! ;)
- Last, but not least, thank you for the help when I got fired for "looking for other opportunities" toward the end of my time in Atlanta. (I still think it sounds funny.) You and the bottles of wine were very supportive. I keep forgetting to send those people a thank you card for giving me an interesting chapter to write about on my book once I become famous.
Well, you are now in good hands. My friend is your new resident, and you get to do it all over again with her. In the meantime, I will move on and create memories with my new UES gig in Manhattan.
Love,
Your Former Resident
Daniela
