Dear 1940

Dear 1940,

I don’t think I realized how much I loved you until we had to leave you. You were small and unclean and had textured yellow walls. But those things didn’t matter because you contained my best memories and best friends. It wasn’t the building or rooms itself that were special but what came out of being there. I very easily could’ve hated you the way I’ve hated other places I’ve lived, but I only associate you with comfort and warmth because you were where my friends and I spent all of our time together. I think about you almost every day and I miss you so much.

Love,

Maeve