Tomorrow, I move out of my first West Coast home: my beloved Santa Monica apartment.

And I felt myself getting emotional over the DUMBEST SHIT.

The last time my dog used his normal pee spot.
The last time I'm likely to see my usual UPS man.
The last time I ran my fucking dishwasher.

I'm such a sentimental fucker. For no reason. Can't control it.

Anyone else find themselves getting sentimental over some totally weird shit before?

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