Living together with your best friend for 4 years, and only one single argument – over a spilled beer that ended up with me rushing home and saying sorry for like a thousand times and hugging her non-stop, is one hell of a memory. We survived 2 movings in 3 years, one renovation, one passing cat, one hail, youtube karaoke sessions, countless Friday night binge dessert eating at the sofa watching shit movies. Endless rant session over shitty things. “Can I wear this outside?” question every morning. Saturday-Sunday breakie, practical birthday presents (we’re shit at surprises). I’m her GPS-Shazam-entertainment wiki, and she’s my google. I’m the fixer, she’s the bitch, but bitches get shit done. What am I gonna do without you man?
Alas, all good things must come to an end. So it’s time to move on..
Goodbye 64SQM, hello Cambridge Street🙂