This is a view of my worldly goods here in Melbourne. (you can't see the shitty couch and the retro wardrobe.)
Actually, this time round, moving was pretty painless. I didn't have much to pack up, I hired 2 men with a van to do the grunt work and driving for me, and the cleaning wasn't that bad.
It's still fricking tiring, though. When I'd finished, I lay catatonic on the floor of the clean, empty flat on a hot, stuffy, Melbourne afternoon.
It was just cooler on the floor.
.... and it was damned satisfying. There were no dust motes floating in the beams of light coming through the venetian blinds.
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