Everything's packed, my room is clean and in about one hour I'm temporarily moving in with G. in *finger down throat* Streatham, until we get our new place.
As usual, I do not feel nostalgic at all about leaving a place I've lived in; I've moved countless times in my life, and not one single time I've felt sad about leaving a building, no matter how fantastic the memories associated with it were or how long I've lived in it.
I seem to have an obsession with doors though. During my trip in Paris last February I went to almost all the places I'd lived in and took a picture of the main entrance to the buildings, and I'm doing the same with London now.
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