Returning the keys

In the late morning I drove from the office to my old apartment. Today had been scheduled for the pick up from Les Petits Riens (or Spullenhulp), the charity I had donated my "leftovers" to.

In the last days the size of the donation pile had grown some more by a few more things we had decided to give away on top (you can see an intermediate view of the pile on one of the photos in this entry).

I arrived around 10:30 and ran into the guy who is currently painting the place. Shortly after, Edouard showed up, too. He had put aside my old vacuum cleaner and the ironing board which I both had earmarked for the charity, too, and he asked whether I'd sell them to him.
Sure! I threw in the pressing iron and one remaining bag for the vacuum cleaner and sold the pack for 25 Euro. I also offered my coffee machine, which he didn't take but which I then kept for myself. I think it's still good for 12 to 14 Euro on ebay.

And then Les Petits Riens arrived.
Naturally they scrutinized the huge heap and checked whether I was hiding something useless in there.

Boss of pick up guys: That's... in pretty good condition!
Leo: Of course!
Boss: And this goes, too?
Leo: Yep... I hope it's well enough packed?
Boss: It's really good!

I actually enjoyed the surprised expressions on the face of the guy (I admit I also wondered whether I should have tried to sell more of the things, but this would have been such a hassle. And somehow I felt good about donating all of this. The only thing they did not take was my old Gilette Mach 3 razor (but they took the blades).

Soon enough the three guys were loading the truck...



... and piece by piece parts of my old life were flushed away.

Once they were done, there was also no reason anymore to keep a set of the keys. I returned them to Edouard with a final handshake and left Sint Annalaan behind me.

Now it's really done.
I have moved out!