So, tomorrow marks one week until the keys to my new place are in my hands--and I'm officially a center-Sloper. (Don't worry, Gogo, I'll still captain the South Slope decathlon team; I'm only a few blocks above 9th.) Yes, the lease was signed (DISH. WASHER.) and as I begin my intrepid trek from my quiet South Slope place that's dangerously close to one bagel place up to my new studio alarmingly closer to yet another bagel place, I'd like to pay homage (and say FU) to the things I will no longer be right next to.