moving out and moving on

packed up my apartment today for the first time in 2 years. feels weird to be moving out.

so many memories, good and bad. friends, foes, fights, tears, laughter, drunkeness... if only walls could talk.

saw a picture just now and realized, in life, nothing is sacred.
people come into your life and make memories with you that you think should last - at least for the near future, if not for a lifetime. but the toughest lesson to learn is that you can always be replaced. new memories can be made to replace the old, and your impact on someone else's life will fade, whether you like it or not.

think you're special? you're probably not.

so don't spend the time, money or energy making memories with people who don't cherish them. you'll regret it. cynical? sure. but it's the truth.

on to new memories and new adventures.