That wasn’t too bad. The bags were heavy, of course (not sure if I’ve mentioned that), but we managed.

So now we’re at the apartment where we have to get rid of the last of our stuff and do a final cleaning.

All of our furniture is gone. We have two beds and two folding chairs.

I have arranged with a guy to pick up the beds and the rest of the stuff in the apartment. He has told me repeatedly he will take everything. I ask him to come the next day. The day after that, we fly out. He assures me he will be there.

Then I send him a picture of the beds, which Greg advised me to do the last time we were in the city.

“Nope,” he says. “Too big.” (They are loft beds. I told him they were loft beds. Apparently he does not know what loft beds are. Sigh.)

So now we have to get rid of the beds.

Greg disassembles them, cursing a bit because it turns out the screws are stripped and, did I mention? It’s sweltering.

He is not happy with me.

He grumbles that we should just call Just Junk and I agree. They can arrive within the hour.

I check with the guy who is taking the rest of the stuff because if he doesn’t want it, Just Junk can take it.

He wants it.

All right. Just Junk takes the beds and some other junk. The guy takes half the remaining stuff. Just Junk goes away. The guy has disappeared.

“Are you taking the rest of the stuff?” I text him.

“No thanks,” he replies.

So I am not happy and Greg is very not happy. But, most of the stuff that’s left isn’t too heavy. I get it down to the garbage room in two trips.

Grrrr.

I clean the bathrooms and the fridge and then I am out of time. The landlady is wonderful and says, “Go, go. Don’t worry about cleaning anything else.”

So off we go.

I don’t realize until we arrive in the States that I have forgotten my medication in the fridge. That’s a story for another post.

So, the only obstacle here really is lack of planning, which led to an expensive Just Junk encounter and the need to cart stuff to the garbage room at the last minute.