I feel like this is going to be me in three months.

And I will remember
The bells of Burns Tower
The beep of the crosswalk
The man in the newsboy cap at Empresso
"Hey there, sweetie" from Linda with Bon Apetit
"Hi, Audrey" from Dr. Saviz
The sound of a car pulling up in front of the house
The roll of the trash cans being taken out
The rhythmic clicks of unlocking the front door
My parking spot in front of Brookside Hall
The squeak of the branches against my window

I read somewhere that moving is like a break-up. I've never experienced the latter, but the idea is that at first you notice every day or week that passes, then the months, then slowly you start to forget how long it's been there. I can imagine this, but check back with me in few months to see how I feel.