Dear Adams Morgan,

I’m sorry, but I just can’t do this anymore. I know we’ve had fun together, it’s been a great two years, but we’re just looking for different things.

I loved getting drunk and going out with you, we’ve had some really fun times. The nights singing karaoke at Brass Monkey, dancing at Town Tavern, the jello shots at Millie and Als, and the late nights eating jumbo slice or schwarmas… they meant something to me, I promise.

We came together at the perfect time. I was a 23 year old party girl when we met and you were just what I needed. We spent a lot of time together and made tons of memories. But lately I feel like I’ve outgrown you.

You’re loud. And messy. And young and immature. Not to mention you wake me up in the middle of the night when I’m trying to sleep. And that thing with my car? That was messed up. The party attitude that I loved about you annoys me now. I think I’m just growing up.

I have to be honest, there’s someone else. They’re more laid back, quieter, but still fun. I think they’ll fit me better now as I get older and am looking for something more than just a fun night out.

I’ll miss you and all the times we had together, but it’s just time that I move on.

But don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll stop by every once in a while for a late night rendezvous.

Xoxo,

Chrissy