Just put this photo up on Craigslist because I'm selling my old dining room table. I've already set up the meet for 2:30pm today, and a woman named Rebecca is going to take it off my hands and make it her own for $45. I'm a little emotional and actually said a little goodbye and thank you to this table and gave it a tender caress with my hand. I know it's not a person and shouldn't elicit such feeling, but it has also been my table for the last eight years. I had it in my old life in NYC; I drove it across the country to my new life. I've eaten thousands of meals off of it, I created the first curriculum of my teaching career on it, I hosted board game night with friends on it, I've folded laundry on it, I've had family sit around it. It's solid wood top is charged with memory. It's a cheap table and a little wiggly, and I thought to jut put it on the street for some passerby to pick it up, but my emotional connection stopped me. I wanted to give it to someone who really wanted it, someone who would keep the charge going. So Craigslist, $45: a little effort to get it and a little money. Goodbye little table, I love you, and I hope you're all this and more for years to come.