
This is what moving out is like: its 11:45 pm. The bathroom is scrubbed clean, the closet shelves are wiped down, and the living room is full of bags and piles. The trash needs to go to the dumpster. I discovered a crisper full of fresh veggies that I can't let go to waste. Out to the great gas grills of the Mercyhurst pit I went for a midnight BBQ. I took the New York Times with me and it was the first time I sat still in a couple of days.

This is the heaven that I moved into at the
George Carroll House in downtown Erie afterwards. After dorm life, this place is shangri-la.
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