When the small apartment I had been renting was finally put up for sale, I felt a quiet certainty that it was time to close that chapter. I packed slowly, room by room, placing memories into boxes alongside clothes and books. Before leaving, I spent hours cleaning every surface—wiping shelves, scrubbing floors, and opening the windows to let fresh air in. Locking the door for the last time felt like a proper goodbye to a place that had quietly supported me through an important season of life. The next morning, my phone rang. It was my landlady. For a brief…
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