I took everything down from the walls today in preparation for the packers arriving Thursday. All my pictures and wood masks and posters. I replaced the relatively expensive polished chrome electrical faceplates with cheap white plastic ones that cost just $0.50 a piece. I have even taken down most of the drapes and related hardware. It feels naked. My apartment feels stripped and bare and not like a home.
Friday night, I’ll be back to sleeping on an air mattress in an empty room. Which is how I spent the first weeks in my apartment in September 2004.
It’s all happening so quickly.