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Apr. 13th, 2024 04:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
branchandrootFor weeks, I have been complaining bitterly, if only to myself, about spending every weekend hauling across town from New Home to Old Apartment to do final moving and cleaning. Getting my plants ported over. Hauling bags of trash out. Going over the walls with pliers and screwdriver, and then spackle in a few places. All of it taking up time that I could be spending, just for example, starting to straighten out the disaster area that is currently my basement, which looks a bit like someone took a moving truck and just shook it out over the room.
Today I made my final visit, to shampoo out a few really be-catted spots on the carpet. And then I was done.
And then it was time to say goodbye.
I’ve been in that apartment for six years. It was a lovely apartment, in a really good location. Vaulted living room ceiling. Half an hour bus ride to work, door to door. And okay, so I was literal stone’s throw from a major interstate, and occasionally got neighbors who did things like shooting their compound bow across the road (where a miss too high would have hit one of the cars on said interstate), and the management companies have not changed for the better. But as I did my final walk-through, and locked all the windows, and let down the blinds, and touched all the walls, and said goodbye and thank you and wished for good next people, I still cried.
Have good people, little apartment, and take care of the next ones as well as you took care of me.
Today I made my final visit, to shampoo out a few really be-catted spots on the carpet. And then I was done.
And then it was time to say goodbye.
I’ve been in that apartment for six years. It was a lovely apartment, in a really good location. Vaulted living room ceiling. Half an hour bus ride to work, door to door. And okay, so I was literal stone’s throw from a major interstate, and occasionally got neighbors who did things like shooting their compound bow across the road (where a miss too high would have hit one of the cars on said interstate), and the management companies have not changed for the better. But as I did my final walk-through, and locked all the windows, and let down the blinds, and touched all the walls, and said goodbye and thank you and wished for good next people, I still cried.
Have good people, little apartment, and take care of the next ones as well as you took care of me.
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