First step in an empty apartment

Edaqa Mortoray
Sep 3, 2018 · 5 min read

After 17 years of living with my wife and children, I’m taking a step into an empty apartment.

As I push open the door, I’m greeted with a short hallway. The floor is tiled, and cold to the touch. Doors lead to the bedroom, living room, and toilet. There’s a different smell here: the stale air, the built-in wooden cabinets, the hardwood floors, and the absence of life.

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Edaqa Mortoray

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Stars and salad make me happy. I‘ve been writing, coding, and thinking too much for over 20 years now.

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