I counted today and figured out that since I was a senior in High School I have moved 19 times.
Today I officially left apartment 1938. I lived by myself this year which was a totally new experience (I had never lived with less then 7 roommates.) and I thought I would hate it. And I did for awhile. But then I got used to washing my dishes when I wanted, watching the TV shows I liked, going to sleep in quiet, and having time to myself when I needed it. Next year I'll live with friends but I think this was a good experience.
I will miss my mantel and this tree.
From my living room I watched this tree's leaves turn colors and then fall off. The limbs get covered in snow and ice. And most recently I got to enjoy the new green leaves growing. I really love trees.