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2002-07-19 - 11:05 p.m. I’m moving out tomorrow. I’m moving back downtown. I’ve been in this apartment almost two years and so much has happened. This place, this cave of a place, has been my home when I moved out really on my own. My home when I was my loneliest. My home when I lost my job. My home when I came home after a 9 hour shift at Barnes and Noble, ashamed, tired and scared. My home when Devin woke me up at 9:30AM on September 11th by leaving a message on my machine ordering me to turn on my TV. My home when I realized I was in love with the man I had known for 15+ years. My home when I did something about it. I don’t feel any connection to this place…with its window overlooking the air shaft. But I will always remember coming home on July 4th 2002 to find the NYPD clearing out the body of a man who lived above me, alone, who had been dead for about a week. So much has happened to me during my time in this place, and I can’t wait to see what happens next.
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