Thank you, 1712 8th st.

Today is moving day.

This sweet Tuscaloosan home will no longer be mine.

Such character, this house has.

One outlet per room.

Squeaky door knobs.

Original hardwood floors.

Polluted air vents.

Uneven floors that make the washing machine move two feet with every load.

Feral cats that roam the premises. 

Rogue raccoons in the attic that we've never been in.

Doors without locks.

Temperamental air conditioning and heating.

Thick, impenetrable plaster walls.

Windows at every turn.

Cracks in the ceilings.

French doors.

The green room.

Closet-less rooms.

A large front porch.

And a room without a light switch. 

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Thank you, 1712 for being the roof over my head. Many men, women, children, frat stars, and average college students have lived within your strong walls and I'm thankful to have been one of them.