There a paperclip, or a few pennies laying on the barren floor. The walls sport their original paint only in small squares, where pictures once hung. The place still smells like "us", even though everything we are has been moved into the new house.

I see the ghosts of DUers long since gone saying one last goodbye as I turn off the lights and close the door on DU2.

I hope the new place has good water pressure.