The already scavenged garbage bags and partial chest of drawers – the abandoned detrius of someone’s existence – lying in the snow in front of the apartments served as stark reminder that today was, indeed, eviction day.
After being picked through and scavenged by the human vultures, the pile of someone’s forgotten effects left at the curb in front of the buildings, now being cleaned and painted, mysteriously disappeared over night. It’s incredible how efficiently someone’s history and personal footprint can be erased by a well-organized landlord.
The locksmith’s truck waited outside this morning with a pile of removed deadbolts lying on its bed, each one being replaced by a new set, preventing the previous residents from returning. This is a stark reminder that spring is, indeed, a time of renewal.