Land of purple doors

The hallway is straight and long. The vains of a newly constructed apartment building, it usally tipped comments like "I feel like I'm in some crazy Willy Wanka land." Purple doors and striped carpet stretched for nearly 2 blocks in length. I often found myself wishing someone would do something with the mundane walls, at least add bad hotel art. Over the course of a year, I've become accustomed to it. I walked in and out of the clean concrete stairwell with the FAB sensors that allow access to residents. It became familiar somehow. I felt temporary until very recently, even though apartment 309 in the Lofts 590 was my home.

I moved there a year ago. I saw roommates come and go and now it's my turn. All of our turns. The lease is up, which marks the closure of a phase in the land of the purple doors. Our apartment was notorious for housing cute girls... My roommies became by best friends. We started with Kimber, Tracy, and Diana. Kimber left quite abruptly but brought us Caroline. Caroline and Diana moved out in the Spring. Then Laura and Noelle came in. We hosted frequent chocolate fountain parties. The after party run-down girl talk always resulted laughs about the 30 guys there for the four of us. Girls came too, but not very many and we didn't pay much attention to them. :)

Yesterday I moved out of the land of purple doors. I locked the door, walked down the hall, and the funny familiar feeling of the unfamiliarity that comes when leaving what's become an old place touched me poignantly. The Lofts are a catalyst for the next phase of my life.