Dear, Apartment Number 4.
Oh how you were good to me. You are the place where I grew. The place I became an adult. The place where I realized who I really was.
Through hardships and good times, you were always there for me. Offering me a safe space when the world got too tough.
You saw me through some of the darkest nights. The nights where the silence felt heavy, where the weight of uncertainty pressed down harder than usual. I battled thoughts I never voiced out loud, cried tears I didn’t always understand, and questioned where I was heading. Some mornings, even getting out of bed felt like a quiet act of bravery. But even then, you stood still around me; walls that never judged, floors that held my steps no matter how heavy they were.
But within those same walls, I also found light. I laughed…really laughed. I danced barefoot in the kitchen at 2 a.m., spilled coffee on the oak floors during deep conversations, and sat on the floor with people who would go on to become some of my best friends. We shared late night takeout, made memories out of nothing, and reminded each other that even in the messiness of life, there is beauty. You were the backdrop of so many moments that I’ll hold onto forever.
Apartment Number 4, you weren’t just four walls and a door. You held space for my growth, my healing, my joy, and my mess. And while I’m moving on, closing this chapter with a mix of sadness and gratitude, I’ll never forget you.
Thank you for being my home when I needed one most.
With love,
Me.
Katy Scott 