Tonight marks my last day at the job I’ve had for an entire year and the last night I will sleep in a bed that I’ve made in my mother’s home. By Friday I’ll be in the new place with the creaky cupboards and hardwoods and in two more Fridays my mom will be newly married and move out of this house altogether. If you ever wonder why there are certain people who are obligated to scribble down sentences about everything they see, here’s my theory. We are the sort of people who, above all, are worst at letting go. We jot down the moments so we don’t have to say goodbye to them just yet, and here I am, lingering in this bed, trying to stave off this new life I am only steps away from. Here is where the simultaneous opening and closing of doors begins. See you soon.