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.