(ever waxing and waning; hateful life)
As much as my flat actually looked livable when my future tenants came to visit it, it now is completely unappealing. Or more precisely, a complete nightmare! All closets and cupboards have now been emptied and objects are scattered all over, on tables, counters and floors. I'm very much looking forward to the next phase, which will consist in actually shipping everything, thus cleaning up the flat.
I’m astounded at the volumes that come out of my closets. I was beginning to think it was neverending. Well, it wasn’t, but it still was a lot. Why do I have so many things? Do I need them? And if I need them, then why are they locked up in my closets? And how come I didn’t even know I had them?
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