Yesterday I returned the keys to the unit I have called home for the past 17 months. What an emotionally hollowing handover it was. This could have been due to the personal attachment I allowed myself to form with the place. Or because I felt so physically drained by the manual process of sorting, packing and moving all my accumulated belongings followed by the gruelling task of scrubbing each and every surface single single-handedly. C’est la vie eh.

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