Letter to Who Gave Me My Favorite Memory

Dear 620,

I had no idea how I was going to choose a person to write this letter to. I couldn’t even isolate any one memory to say was my favorite. I have had so many good times with so many different people, to choose would be impossible, so I had no other choice than to address this letter to you; the scene of the crime LOL.

From cookouts and parties with dozens of people, to intimate evenings with just me and channel 843, I have had the most memorable times while living there. Strangely enough, I even sometimes still live there in my dreams. At times, its hard to believe that I don’t anymore. Part of me felt like I would always live there. I have friends who tell me they drive past you every now and feel strange not being able to stop. I drove past one weekend, while I was visiting, and it felt weird to me too. Good ole 620. *sigh*

I use to think that I wanted a home that was all decked out, looking like something off some high life TV drama. Now that I kinda do, I enjoy it, but I realize its not where you live, but how you live. At 620, someone was always dropping by – whether scheduled, or approved in a text from the driveway LOL. Simple nights at home, watching TV, were rarely spent alone. The cookouts were hysterical at worst, from double dutching con people to babies being thrown up on to stripper poles and youtube videos – those times will be tough to match, but I will always want that type energy for my home. Tears and laughter sometimes came all at once, but there was a lot of emotion in that living room. Im sure glad those walls cant talk!

So here’s to you, 620. For every time the cops came knocking, or the bar went dry – here’s to you!

Forever, Dig