I am finally at liberty to spill, but I'll let Karl do it.
I don't know what to say. I have started tens of posts to talk about our issues this summer, but never found the right words. I remember loving this place. I can never forget. It is right here on my tongue. Still, I need to convalesce.
It's funny, never have these words rung more true.
"but I wouldn't want to stay here, It's too old, and cold and settled in its ways here..."