When I found out that the apartment I was renting was going up for sale, I knew I would have to move out. It wasn’t just a space for me; it was a place where I felt safe, where I had started to build my routine, and where I had spent both quiet and difficult moments. Before leaving, I decided to clean every corner, leave everything in order, and go, feeling that I was leaving behind a piece of my care.The day after moving out, I got a call from the landlady. A wave of panic hit me at first—sometimes people call after moving out to point out any damage. But she wasn’t talking about damages. Instead, she started thanking me, and then, almost in disbelief, said, …….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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