Goodbye Su Casa

 Gina 6 months, 6 days ago.

Dear Su Casa,

If you’re reading this then you already know: I’ve left you. I’m sorry, but I’ve found someone new. We both knew this was coming… we never promised each other that it would last, but somehow it still hurts to see it end. Try to remember the good times we’ve had together: the delicious mom-made meals, the rooftop jam session, the children’s laughs and smiles, the ping-pong, the runaway, the chicken, the leaks and mildew, the groups, the police, the cascading ceiling, the eviction, the cold showers, the various pools of stagnant water, . . .

I knew I couldn’t say goodbye in person, because you’d be able to make me stay. After all, it’s no secret what drop-ceilings and wood paneling do to me, and your radiator-serenade always makes me swoon. Your smooth ways patched things up quickly, but there was always something rough ahead. Sometimes we just mistreated each other - like the time that I threw out all your old stuff or threw your TV to the floor, or like the time that you chewed holes in my clothes or gave me head lice. Through it all, I never meant to hurt you or neglect you. Admit it, we need this break. Perhaps we can still be friends - when you’re ready, I’d like that.

I love you, Gi