A Lovely Smelling UHaul

Today was the last day of the apartment.

It brought me to tears. The apartment was my home base. My safe house. Always reliable. Always ready to go.
The apartment was always ready to go.

It was strange seeing it empty. Yet in my mind, due to some sort of emotional mental trip, I could still see everything in each room. I could still see things just the way they were the first day I walked in. A girl had broken up with me one day. Not sure of the exact date. But I remember it being cold and windy... fall. I was really just wanting to chill. Just relax, somewhere were no one would give me a hard time about anything. A few phone calls were made between co-workers. Directions were given. A nervous car ride was made. I double checked about 3 times to make sure I was walking up to the right one. A pile of the last puffs outside the door was a pretty good clue. I walk in and meet the most unique, interesting, amazing, awesome, and most wonderful people I have ever met.
The apartment was always ready to go. There was always something new. Always something different. That was the first night. Beyond those first impressions....I don't remember much. That was the first night... I lived there. On the couch or sometimes the recliner, for about a month. Everyday more amazing then the previous. Rooms filled with thoughts, laughs, smoke, stories, life.
Even the empty apartment was still so filled with life. Sat around the table that wasn't there anymore. Passed my last with the two people I would truly consider to be friends. The definition.
It brought me to tears. I pressed my face up against the wall in the hallway. Familiar feelings, smells, sights, sounds, trips... all still right there on the wall.
I am sure no one saw me put my hand on the table which was already loaded up in the truck.
I am sure no one saw me take the deepest breath I could, trying so hard to fill my lungs, my mind with air which was always so comfortable.
I hope no one saw me cry.

I told them before I left that I would still come right back and enjoy that small little balcony at the top of the stairs.
Its been about 2 hours and already I've been back over a hundred times in my mind.

Today was the last day of the apartment. The last day of those rooms in building 2.
Today was not the last day of The Apartment, the idea and all it stands for. All the moments that were created because of the apartment. Those that make up such a wonderful past... and those that are still to come.
Those days will never end.