Erased my presence

... in the old apartment. That's what I/tenants are asked to do. Sad actually, that all traces of our existence in our once-homes must be eradicated. I think it's symbolic of how landlords think of tenants: we tenants are disposable and memories of us are unwanted.

I vacuumed, mopped, plastered holes, erased marks on the wall, cleaned fixtures and appliances, removed all trash - except for a paper bag on the kitchen counter. Got everything out by 9 PM and dropped off the keys in the management office's rent check box. My friend Jason loaded up his car because my van was stuck in his driveway. The last item to leave was Casper. We even grabbed my mailbox and the door mat.
We threw everything into my van, which, obviously was not ready for sleeping.

Delly and Jason were kind enough to invite me to sleep on the couch and gave Casper a room where he wouldn't be overwhelmed by their 5 cats and 2 dogs (and 1 guinea pig). More about my stay here next post.