Lifting awkward pieces of furniture up four flights of stairs has resulted in aches from muscles I didn't even know I had. Since we don't actually get full possession of the new flat until possibly next week (all of our stuff crammed in the living room for now), I had a terrible sleep on a pull-out bed that contains metal bars under the mattress that all seemed to find a way to nestle themselves into my joints. So a little more worse for wear than usual on this fine sunny Monday morning.
Leaving the old flat was quite difficult. It's sad to see a place that was the source of so much life emptied and dark. The final walk through the door is always tough, looking upon very familiar views for the final time. One chapter closes, another begins.
