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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