A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014
On the floor in the empty apartment, with a phone in her hand, waiting for our ride.
She's been a good help these days. As everyone knows, it sucks moving OUT (moving IN is just a cosy process).
So right about now, she's tired, hungry, cranky, sad and doesn't wanna speak to me.
And I feel the same way...
There will be no favs this week. I am going to clean the last floors, and we will wave goodbye to this town and head to my father for a much needed vacation.