I knew I was going to have a hard time saying goodbye to shoddy #27, as much as I hated to admit it. But no matter how squeaky the floors, how thin the walls, how icky the bathroom, how ugly the blinds, how creepy the laundry room, how many layers of yellow-white paint, how impossibly malfunctioning each and every door and doorknob (if you want to get nit-picky), this old place---and one little green room in particular---will have a special place in my heart. My baby's first room became a nearly sacred place, just for us.
Goodbye to our address of 2.5 years. We'll miss you, Arlington.