Maybe I’ve given away a hint that I’m a fan of Billy Joel’s music. In case I haven’t, now I have. I just wanted to say in some indirect way that I was moving out from my current apartment, and the words “movin’ out” struck a chord.

A few days ago I wrote about having to pack up all my stuff and clean my apartment yet again, but today is the day I let go of my keys. It’s been a pain transporting my bags and other things by taking multiple tram rides from one stop to another, with some really awkward combinations of luggage - sometimes it was just two suitcases and a small backpack, whereas on one occasion I was carrying a big, damaged cardboard box with all kinds of paraphernalia in it - from kitchen utensils to plants to books - and along with this box a shoe box with tools and tennis balls, and a backpack too. Good thing I was travelling at odd times throughout which made it feel like I had my own private trams. (That sounds like a good idea even otherwise!)

But that was over the past few days. I don’t have much to transport today except myself, but of course, I have to clean everything first. The amount of dust that stubbornly manages to accumulate itself in some nooks and crannies can be easily underestimated, I’ve come to realize. Even though I was cleaning my house regularly, the fact that I wasn’t moving everything around to clean very thoroughly led to a bonanza of dust over the past several months. Sigh.

But oh well. It had to happen.

Now I get my mops and brooms out, do that, and then I move out. To a new place.

It’s (just like) starting over.