Yesterday I walked out of my apartment of 9 years with the last load.
I really did love that place; it was homey and historic with its slanted ceilings and over-the-door transom windows. My two beloved cats allowed me to live there with them before leaving me for their next lives. My landlady has also been a friend — flexible when finances were tight and was always concerned for my comfort.
The three-story outdoor spiral staircase was another matter — it was slick and a bit dangerous in inclement weather and eventually prevented my parents from visiting me at home. But at least it provided private access and prevented me from having to witness events of the downstairs tenants, like the woman suckling her 3-year-old.
Purging half of what I own was a huge chore, and eventually when I’m more rested, I know I’ll come to appreciate the accomplishment. Right now my new “loft” in my sister’s home is filled wall to wall with unopened boxes and bags. We are having a joint garage sale this weekend in an attempt to shed ourselves of what we’ve moved past needing at this point in our lives.
I’m mentally and physically exhausted and a little out of my element at the moment, but I know that will improve soon and things will start falling into place. Sis and her family have been totally awesome through this entire process and I couldn’t have done it without them.
Next week — Mimi and vacation! :)