The Chastleton has been good to me. For the past two years, I have enjoyed many great times there. A few bad ones, too. But, all good things must come to an end, especially when better things come along.
I have had several kicking parties here (as the wine stains prove) and lots of fun dinner parties and lazy, hungover Saturdays. This place was a perfect first apartment for my roomie and I when we moved to DC for grad school. And, just like the friendship we once had, my time here has also run its course.
I am moving just four blocks away, and it's to a great apartment that has just as many good times written all over it.
This weekend, of course, will suck ass. But with promises of champagne and oral favors, I have a good team of movers assembled. And, with my new zipcar membership, I will be sporting a badass pick-up truck tomorrow as I move into my new place.
It's always a little sad to move out of a place that I have called home. I am sure I will struggle to even remember this place before too long, but for now, I just say goodbye.
Keep it real Chastleton, keep it real.