In the vicinity of my old apartment there lived a bat. I'm sure it never knew me, but I had a great affinity for it. It would fly between the top of the clubhouse of my old apartment and the top of a warning light on a street nearby all night long.

When I drove back to my apartment late at night, coming down that street, I would see it perched on the pole. It seemed to always take flight and head back towards my apartment as I drove along that empty road at 3am. I like to think of it as my bat, and that it was looking out for me and welcoming me home each night.

I miss it, and was sad that I didn't see it when I took a lonely walk this evening from my new apartment to my old apartment. The bat's absence emphasized that my old apartment was no longer my home, and I no longer needed to be welcomed there.

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