four months is four months too long.

my own slice of heaven in logantown.

i sure am going to miss this little house on 1st east.
seriously.
i can already feel the withdrawls that come with park avenues, seventh habits, and cafe ibis hot chocolate.
not to mention the sadness i feel when i think about how it will be months before i sit inside by the used bookshelf, staring out into the rain, while listening to aspiring artists serenade me with sad songs.

i will always remember the autumn morning that we first discovered this place.
and will weep for the absence of it all summer long.

see you come september, crepery.
sure do love you.