Growing up, my family moved around a lot. Every 18-24 months we were off to a new city, in a new state. Looking back on it… it shaped who I am today – no matter how much I hated always being the “new kid”. Moving around that often made my family incredibly strong, and pushed me to become overly independent.After close to 3 years in my apartment here in the Dunwoody prefecture… the time has come to move on. I still hate moving… but this time is for the best. I’ll definitely miss the Dunwoody touge, and the 4am street drifting madness that may or may not have ensued with regularity. Definitely the end of an era. I’m headed slightly north… but still within earshot of Atlanta.Here are some ol’ pictures of the apartment in it’s overcrowded glory
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