Set out the old pieces and parts on the street, and remind everyone, for the last time, that the trash man comes on Thursdays. Too many hours to count and all of them worth it. For me and my four years, all I can call this place is home. But even the hardest concrete must crumble and break with time. Life woke up and left, leaving me here to find out where to go. Promising farewells and please fare thee well. There is just no time for regrets. I will miss you all.