I had to eat oatmeal out of a measuring cup this morning because all my bowls are packed.
You know what that means.
That was my dreams, to truly be beyond my undergraduate years of moving every dozen or so months and get to really know a neighborhood.
My reality, however, was rowdy neighbors. And pets gone rogue that drove Roscoe crazy. And frequent visits to my street by an array of law enforcement officers.
These realities coupled with The Mister’s new gig on the other side of town prompted us to move.
This time, we’re going to St. Matthews.
So this is goodbye to the South end. Bye, Annie Cafe. Bye, Sunergos Coffee. Bye, noisy neighbors.
It’s been real.