Before I moved in, my landlords had their contractor come in and redo the patching... but it wasn't great. The laws here are pretty lax, but they said they would pay for white paint or I could use the leftovers that the ex-renters left. I thought white would look a little blahhhh....and this was a "character apartment" after all, so I decided to keep the odd color scheme.
I also came in and scrubbed, scrubbed, and scrubbed!!! Dollarama Spic n' Span + major elbow grease to the rescue!!!
La Maggie was a trooper. Whererver I went, she went. But, the A/C in my car is broken, and some days were +35*C, so I put these bags full of ice cubes on her back and tucked it into her collar so that she would stay cool. Seems silly, but the last time I let her overheat she got really sick!! She honestly didn't mind.
I went back to the old place for the last load and sat on the terrace for a couple of minutes. At this point my new place looked like a war zone...and I was sad to leave my...old place. My escape. My cozy little one bedroom that held a lot of memories (and even more tears). I had never really been attached to a place before this one....but I had a hard time leaving it and not breaking down.