Today was the third and last morning when we had to wake up at 4.30 a.m. After work we went to the Steamboat Springs Wine Festival. It has become a yearly event that we go to and this year it was our third time.
But before the festivities started we decided to go check on our old apartment that is nearby and was ours for two years. Unfortunately we were forced to move out when the owner decided he was going to tear down the building. We loved that place and it was so strange to return to it. The building is still there but it is completely empty. We went inside through the back door and saw that all the doors inside were wide open including the door to our old apartment. So we went inside and it was very sad because everything was so familiar, even the trash that was in the bin was the last of our trash that we threw away before moving out. The carpet was full of Chania's and Rimini's hair and the wood that we left by the fire place was still there. I love our house, but I absolutely adored our old place. Ski in - ski out, close to bars and restaurants, but still very private.
Enough of this sentimentality; however, I miss it. I miss it a lot.
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