I suppose I should write something about the final passing of the Tampa branch of Haus Boheme. It was a major part of my life for five years, and an anchor weight for the past two. Many happy memories were made there, and not nearly enough parties were thrown. The hedonistic bathroom that compelled me to purchase the house turned into a money pit, but I did get a few last showers before the end. My last few visits were to a house empty, full of promise and potential again; and yet I didn’t feel even the slightest bit tempted to return myself. Haus Boheme was fun, but I never intended to live there full time; and I am very happy to be home in the San Francisco Bay Area and no longer making a house payment on an empty house.