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This is our last weekend in the apartment- which we finally sold. We are very excited to move but definitely feeling some pangs of sadness! Yesterday we had our last 'typical Saturday' : Late morning errands at the little shopping center at the end of our street. I have been going to the same Turkish produce market for 4 years and will miss it terribly! It's owned by a lovely family- mom, dad, twin girls, and older son. It's very small but the atmosphere is friendly, warm and busy. Dutch, Turkish and Moroccan people all getting along. Yesterday I spied a woman teaching the guy she was with, who sounded British, the names of different things in Dutch. He looked defeated and said, "I'll never get this". Then a stop in the liquor store where the 2 guys who work there seem to know everything there is to know about whiskey; H bought a new bottle after a long discussion with one of them. Started packing, H's parents came down for a quick visit, took them for a drive by The House, then to the train station, then brought paperwork to our real-estate-guy, then strolled around IKEA. Home, made fresh pesto, had dinner then crashed on the sofa with a big bottle each of La Chouffe and Leffe. As charming as all of that was I am imagining a bit of stress this week as we get closer to Friday.
