The final night at our old flat. I didn't really feel sad, as it never felt like home, it was always a project. Which makes me feel a bit weird, like I was using it, which I guess we were, but it made me feel awful, like the flat had feelings! You know like when you leave an ex boyfriend and they never saw it coming?
Anyway, here are some of the boxes all stacked up.
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