The Paper St Soap Company building has apparently been condemned and as such, will no longer be fit for habitation after July 31. Guess it's a good thing I never finished unpacking. So I will now be temporarily homeless once again, looking for another ceiling under which to stash my useless trinkets; souveniers to commemorate my loyal years of being a consumer whore. But also a place to sleep.
This will be house number five in the space of two years. I'm getting tired of all of this lifting.