A Last Sunday

... at home.
Maybe I won´t see this again ever:



Not from this angle at least.
I´m kinda sad. I´m also happy, certainly, to not rent anymore, save money, have the money we had safe as property. Move to a good place, have better neighbours.

But, yikes!
This was our first real home together!

I always get weird coincidents. Like this one, today:



Well, actually this arrived yesterday. But only at pulling it over to lay Ingo´s good cam on the paper free from breadcrumbs, I saw...

See:
We move from
38106
to
38114

Why are both numbers here?! And why is a "2" attached to the second home we move to?

Freaky? Good?
Just a coincidence.

Aw.
We move on, always, that´s life. I know. Life is a flow.

Yet... I hate Good-Byes. Just hate em.

Gah, and all the work ahead still!
Today we do: nothing!
Rest.
With hurting backs and tired bones.

Tomorrow, 4:50, hello, wake up! Start usual working life and move to a new place afterwards, a bit, each day - til Wednesday.
Thursday I took off.
Await dear Bro and make the move.
Get all the big stuff outta here.

Then about one week left to get the rest out.

Heck - where did all this stuff come from?! Who bought all this?!!!! Can you believe it, it was us!!!

Well.
One last Sunday here.
Good-bye Sundays in Karlstreet.

Yep. I´m whiny, dumb-old me.