By Debra Stang
From every point of view the move makes sense...except from a sentimental one. This will be my first move Since my friend, Julia, completed Suicide in May of 2009. This apartment is where we laughed and groaned over stupid movies ... where we played an all-night-long drunken version of Trivial Pursuit on New Year's Eve and topped it off with eggs, toast, and champagne as the sun rose on New Year's morning.
This is where I sought comfort after she died, withdrawing into myself and letting the four walls close protectively around me.
Moving feels like another step in the process of getting on with my life, but in doing so, I'm leaving Julia behind. She'll never see my new place. We'll have no shared memories there.