Letting go

It seems like it just happened a few months ago, but it has already been two years since my parents packed up 40 years worth of stuff and memories, sold my childhood home and moved to the country permanently. It's also been almost 8 months since we left our shop home of 9 years in Nansensgade, and this weekend i lost yet another home.
Our apartment in NV (North West Copenhagen) was sold while we were in London, and this Saturday the new owner moved in.
It's been three years since we left this place for Vesterbro, so i wasn't feeling all that emotional about it, but it was still weird cutting the final ties to this building i have lived in since i was 19, give or take a few months here and there.
We went out there to clean and paint a few things, and sign some more paperwork, but ended up helping the tenants move out and helping the new guy move in.
Sometimes i worry that we're too nice.

I always thought i'd have a bigger reaction to letting go of this place, but just like with my childhood home, it just didn't happen.
In fact, i think i'd even be ok with letting go of my current home and starting a new chapter.

"Sold"
Allan waiting in the street with the tenants stuff... if it hadn't been really cold, this would have been a nice little outdoor livingroom
Sunday we went to my brothers birthday outside Copenhagen... there was cake
Today Helle came by the shop to say hey, and she brought baby Kingston along
Suzy dropped by to, with Lucifer's BFF Palma

I am trying so hard to get everything done before Japan, but some shit is just refusing to be resolved and some people are not making things easy for us.
But it's almost become tradition to leave a mess behind when we go to Japan, so i guess i should have expected this.
Whatever, once we're on the plane things will seem brighter, they always do.

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