Goodbye Oksana

Our Ukrainian neighbors (whom I lovingly dubbed Oksana Baiul) are moving out soon. I came home tonight, surprised to hear they were leaving, and even more surprised to see the effort they put into decorating.

So here's to you, Oksana. To your shirtless days playing soccer. To your funny accents. To the general communication confusions between us. To your loud, loud parties. And last but not least, to your funny smelling apartment. We will miss you, Oksana, our time was all too brief.

Boidmo