Roger de Flor

Tomorrow is move out day, and its finally hitting me that its really happening.  No more perfectly situated apartment.  No more shopping at the lousy Sorli Discau with expired food across the street.  No more breakfasts on the terrace.  No more listening to Radio Flaixbach on my boom box.  No more hearing the glass recycling bin being emptied at 3 AM.

My apartment looks like it did the day Sylvia and I moved in - a little bigger and very empty.  After nearly two years, I can't believe the day is now here..

Too much cava & cake

23rd Birthday

Roommates with the Christmas jamon

Moving always makes me a little sad.  But there's nothing like that first time you go to IKEA to furnish a new place; its like starting over from scratch.  I can't wait to see what my next home will be like.  Until then, I'll be sleeping on Sylvia's couch just one block up the road.

Roger de Flor, thanks for the memories.