Farewell Cowichan

Tonight marks the end of an era. My last night on Cowichan street; my last victorian night before at the only locale from which "Victorian Nights" has been written.

My bags are packed, the only things from the whole appartment that are out are my toothbrush and those very last couple of boxes that haven't quite made it to the storage space across the hall. It seems amzing that every pen and elastic band are accounted for, every piece of paper and dead battery (saved for recycling of course). My fridge contains merely my green provisions, and my countertops only the coffee grinder. Cowichan appartment is a shell of its former self.

This appartment holds the lived experience of two years of law school. I have only been here for law school. I come and go only when law school is on. It is my victorian association of law school. It feels good to get away from it, while at the same time a hint of nostalgia rings clear. Among the many painful hours learning the tests, cases, and policy, this has been a place of productive thought. My law school essays have all been written in this space, to some degree. Even the one that was written in Ontario was researched here. I pulled MANY all nighters within this appartment finishing a paper, take home exam, assignment or studying for an exam. I have returned to this appartment nearly every night for 16 months of my life, and that's a lot. Nowhere other than my optimist park drive home can make that same claim. Not even Jeff's couch.

This appartment has seen an abundance of some things it has likely not seen before, and less presence than perhaps it formerly knew. It has been refuge in stormy times, my first dive into adulthood, and has served my well enough. I look forward to a place with big windows in the future, not a basement appartment. I look forward to having a roomate. I look forward to living in Vancouver this summer. On the West Coast, free from my law school chains, I can explore, travel, and live it up. It's going to be great.

The weather was stormy tonight- some pathetic fallacy at play. As I had my final evening outside on the steps, I felt a twinge of sadness to realize the finality of it. The sky dark, the moon just a cresecent but bright as ever, and the tall beautiful trees that surround the house, which have been my skyscape for a long while, all felt to comfortable, and like home. So, farewell Cowichan Street- its been quite the ride. And to Victoria, for now.

Rach
from a final dark stormy cool Victorian night