Symptom: you have arrived after missing a plane that would have allowed you to say good bye to your now former flat that is suddenly no longer home but a twisting and undulating memory of what was Chapter 4. The place looked bigger on the internet and you have to remind yourself who and where you are.
Cure: label everything. Light a candle. Pizza and beer. Use bootlegged internet from neighbor's waves. While sitting on wall-to-wall carpet (in the center of the floor of an empty, new apartment) make a toast to the new sounds and do that little dance called "the freak out." And then do it again.
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