I guess this is the closing chapter of the book Johan, volume one. I'm leaving this place, and it's weird as hell. It's the only place I've ever lived, and I just can't accept that I'll never live here again. Here I am, departing, telling people I've chilled with 24/7 the past 4 years that I'll see them in October...or December...or...

sigh. First grade. Second grade. It's hard to list 'em all, but in two words [first grade], so many memories of innocence come forth. That is something I will always cherish.
Bye kids. I'll see you all, we better keep it real. I'm not even going to try to sum things up.

I think that erik said it best as he pulled away down my street. "you had me at hello."

you all did, every last one of you.