the hank and i just moved out of our lovely, lovely north park apartment. it was a sunny, spacious apartment complete with a view of kansas street, a walk-in closet, and an extremely loud, (albeit friendly)downstairs neighbor, who kept all visitors alert with her daily creep stare from the window and an abrupt "HI!" to anyone within 20 feet of her stuffed animals.
and while all those assets are priceless, the thing i will miss most is my bookshelf. my color coded, wonderfully organized and displayed bookshelf. when i grow up, i want to sleep in my library.