Tonight is my last night sleeping in my apartment at 417 W. 118th Street. Tomorrow, I will no longer be able to see the 6th floor of the SIPA building from my living room. As I pack up my belongings (again) and clean out my desk, I felt all sorts of bitter sweetness. It’s been a really good year, and I was too busy living it and didn’t document much of it. Luckily, I am rather obsessive compulsive about going back and filled in every block of my time spent in iCal, so I know exactly what I did throughout the year.