The same bed, the same TV, the same couches to flop into in front of that TV. And that blankie that you just cannot do without.
Within cardboard boxes the materialistic possessions one tends to collect: pots, pans, fairy and angel figurines and wind chimes...to name a few. All waiting to open their eyes and hearts to drink in a certain newness.
It is a makeover, a different look, a fresher place where not so many ghosts walk the passageway with you late at night when insomnia becomes the name of your best friend.
But tonight is the last night at this apartment which is nothing short of charming and quaint, minus the neighbours.
And tomorrow, ah,tomorrow it will be goodnight within freshly painted walls in a proper house. But today is just a beginning of sorts... and an end.
The old and the new will merge to eventually create the intricate threads of delicate memories: sharing a flake, watching a movie and giggles after a naughty joke or two.
After all the manual labour of packing today, tomorrow is the actual move,then the cleaning, washing and, gulp, repacking.
Phew, but is moving house tiring.
And it is the Sister Person getting new home, not even yours truly. I demand a lifetime of free lodge and food after this experience. I reckon it is the only fair deal around.