On Saturday, our tenants, our 'downstairs friends', pulled a U-Haul up in front of our house and began a game of Tetris, loading boxes, bookshelves, chairs, tables, and every bit of their belongings up into the back of the truck. I distracted myself from what was happening with my knitting and episode after episode of Portlandia and Bewitched. They're off to bigger and better things, new adventures, new experiences. I'm excited for the opportunities ahead of them, but I was sad to see them go.
After their truck pulled away, I wandered through the empty apartment, acknowledging the end of something. They were our first tenants and, after almost two years, to be completely and utterly alone in the house felt odd. The wide open space echos. It feels smaller without their presence.
This apartment will be empty for two months, and it's probably good that it is. We have a few things to address down here: new windows; a little waterproofing; a cheap dryer that needs either replacing or repair, whichever is worth it; paint - I'm thinking a neutral light grey this time.
At the end of August, the apartment will be occupied again. Sometimes, I worry. What if it's not all they expect it to be? What new unexpected situations will come up? Will we have to deal with personality conflicts? As our tenants drove away, I acknowledged that what I was saying goodbye to was trust, security, and friendship. We'll be able to find all these things in our new tenants, I'm sure but none of those things happen immediately.
Good luck with everything, J and D. You will be missed!