I’ve put my apartment up for rent, for the duration of the trip. I’ll rent it with furniture, appliances and just about everything except the dog. And it’s a strange thing, something so very obvious, but at the same time something that I hadn’t given too much thought: someone else will be living in my home.
Preparing food in my kitchen. Watching shows on my tv, on my sofa. Sleeping in my bed!
I think what makes it odd is that the furniture is there; it’s a complete home. Mine. If I moved out everything and the new tenants would have their own stuff for those six months, it wouldn’t be the same.
But it’s not a problem, just an unfamiliar thought. It’s a nice home and I’m happy to offer it to someone temporarily.