On May 8th

John Slavin and Jeff Hall asked me to be their fifth roommate they were going in on with some boys and another girl. The house is somewhere around Temple in North Philadelphia with hardwood floors with a lot of old white doors and not too many windows. There's a huge backyard where the clouds are dark making the green grass appear saturated against the ominous clouds. The wind picked up and I felt unsure. I sat in my old bedroom of the house I grew up in on Farwood Road staring at the foot of my bed, the old white radiator, my dresser the old creaky floors.

"No, I don't want to leave home. I like it here."

Even though I knew this isn't mine anymore.