Yesterday's afternoon work resulted in an empty house and a full container.
It's such a strange feeling emptying a house like that. All the little things you find, imagining this person's life, all the movements in it. And there I am, a complete stranger, going through his stuff and throwing it in a container. Mind you, I am keeping a bit of it, and with much love and gratefulness. It really feels like an honour to have found a place like this.