It is done.
We no longer own a condo. We handed over the keys, I took one last picture of what we’d once called home, and moved on.
I lived there for over five years. That’s a serious relationship, people.
We had our ups and downs, the condo and I.
In the beginning, we were both new at this home owner relationship. I tried to provide Condo with things like furniture and cats. It thanked me by being affordable to heat.
Before long, we added a third wheel in my roommate, Beth. She was a good addition, helping make things a little more affordable and also helping with cleaning. The company was also appreciated.
We eventually phased out a cat. Pogi then ruled the roost and Condo got sneezed on. A lot.
One night, Condo was mad and flooded the kitchen. Thankfully Beth came in mid-tantrum and we shut off the water.
Other times, Condo dealt with drama from upstairs Condo but let’s not rehash those.
In the end, Condo became mine and Nathan’s first home together and where we first brought Dom home.
We’re quite content moving on to a home without upstairs neighbors, with more room, and a yard. Life is grand.
It is done.