It’s done. My old place is finally empty and clean.
Les Petits Riens came today and took my remaining furniture and stuff, the cleaning lady gave a final polish and I dumped the last of roughly a dozen bags of trash today.
I was getting a bit nostalgic in the end. It was a nice place, with its stairs, corners, old worn out floors, cracking noises and all. I liked living there.
Now the name is peeled off, the keys handed in, the phone is dead and electricity closed down…
It was time for a glass of White in good old Pain Quotidien.