I couldn't have made it through the first part of my College Program without you. You gave me shelter, places to sit and to stare. A table for pancakes that we liked to share.
The enthusiasm of your microwave was touching, but a little too much. Popcorn isn't supposed to be that charred.
Sometimes I wondered if you wanted me around when you tried to stab me with wire protruding from your lounge. But I kept coming back because it was my favourite place to snack.
Thank you for letting us pass all inspections and even giving us a single White Glove Award. I'll never forget the day Taylor and I were sure our cleaning standards were not up to par. Gladly mistaken, we were. You never faltered and we thank you for giving us more than a passing grade and some free snacks we neglected to claim.
Thank you for some of the best housemates; for those crazy, beautiful souls.
You let us leave, knowing we would always return.
It was with a heavy heart the goodbyes began, but not before some pranks and a few parting shots.
Taylor copped a bucket of water and ice, not once, but twice.
Then nothing was safe from the cling of clear wrap.
Memories and shots were shared one night before a sleepover with us all on the lounge room floor.
Goodbye to my humble abode, farewell to my 22103 Ohana and home. xoxo
Clever ryhming, reminds me of Dr Suess.
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