It’s amazing how quickly a place ceases to be a home, without all the furniture and belongings the old place just looks like empty rooms. Or maybe I just wasn’t attached to it.
Aw, Goons sending lots of gentle hugs and tissues Mind if I ask where it was? All good if you don’t wanna say! Mine was an apartment in the city with an amazing view in a lovely building. I hated leaving it and knowing I would never live somewhere like that again.
Nah, I was in A108. It had some issues (like the creaking), but the view was spectacular, my floor was nice and quiet and the amenities were great until covid closed them.
It’s amazing how quickly a place ceases to be a home, without all the furniture and belongings the old place just looks like empty rooms. Or maybe I just wasn’t attached to it.
There’s only been one place that I’ve cried rivers moving out of, the rest I’ve just been “thanks, byeee”.
Is the new place feeling like home?
it’s feeling more like a home than the other place was
and there has only been one place I’ve cried leaving
cried all the way to the airport, cried all the way in the plane
still crying
Aw, Goons sending lots of gentle hugs and tissues Mind if I ask where it was? All good if you don’t wanna say! Mine was an apartment in the city with an amazing view in a lovely building. I hated leaving it and knowing I would never live somewhere like that again.
Ah, so you lived above Oaks on Market too?
Nah, I was in A108. It had some issues (like the creaking), but the view was spectacular, my floor was nice and quiet and the amenities were great until covid closed them.