After weeks of sorting and packing, my condo is now empty. The movers picked up my stuff and are on their way to Toronto. Well, Mississauga actually. Somewhere there my stuff will hang out until I have a place of my own to put it. I don't think I did the best job of packing. Suspect I have left stuff out that I will never use and packed away stuff that's essential.
Still, it will be refreshing to make do with a fraction of my stuff.
Great memories flood back. Dance parties, dinner parties, weekends of narrative therapy, hanging on the couch with the cats, great conversations, wonderful food and wine. Enjoying the company of my friends.
On the 13th, this place will officially belong to someone else. Weird. This place only knows me. Will it like the new owner? Will the new owner treat it with the care and loving it deserves. I hope so.
