Last Few Days At The Atlantic
I lived in an apartment right by the sea for six years. One day, we got an envelope slipped under the door telling us the whole building had been sold and that we had to move out.
Most mornings, I would make observations out of the shower window anyway, but before we left I started taking notes on my phone every day. It became a way of taking in an area that I had called home through COVID, getting sober, and moving in with my partner, Rese.
The cliché saying that you don’t know how lucky you are until something is gone couldn’t feel more true.
