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As we continue to explore what moving out of our little apartment would look like, I find myself growing prematurely nostalgic about our favorite haunts from the past four years. I want to gather up every detail, hold it tight, and take it with me.

Of course, I can’t do that. Not really. But I can gather snapshots of what I love about this time and this place.

So here is a portrait of a celebratory Sunday night.