All good things must come to an end. And fortunately, all bad things too. As I sit in my hotel room in Zurich, I read the last few posts and it seems almost unreal already. Was that really me living in that house? Or did I just wake up from a vivid nightmare?

I started feeling the first signs of relief on Sunday morning when I walked my suitcases back to the common room so that they could get loaded onto the luggage truck. 40 minutes to move three suitcases. Once it was done, I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Then, there was this morning. Checking out of the hotel and getting on the bus to the airport is usually when I realize the strangeness of my situation because while I am "in between cities", I am technically homeless. Well, this morning, I felt happy. I felt better being homeless than I had ever felt living at the Sunparks.

While I know I will never be able to completely forget (or forgive) this sad chapter, it is now time to move on. Besides, here in Zurich I have a great hotel room in which there is a phone, where I can turn around in my bed without falling on the floor, where I can go to the bathroom without putting on shoes and where I can even stand up without hitting my head on the ceiling. Somehow I had almost forgotten what those small luxuries feel like. And let me tell you right now, they feel AWESOME.