I can’t express

If I could, I would tirelessly write a damn novel about what the McKittrick means to me. But all I have to say is this.

Thank you for the tears, the laughter, the dark halls, the flashing strobe lights, the dust up on my forearm and between my fingers, the dances with a witch, the Manderley, and the most beautiful nights of my life. Thank you to Porter, Malcolm, Boy Witch, Lady Macduff, Mr. Bargarran, and the other wonderful residents. I won’t forget any of it, ever.🤍