Moving out

Last days in my apartment were full of action. I did a post of the leak and because of it we had to cut the water. The water was cut for the night and in the morning the pipe was fixed (for the first time). I turned the water on after 30 mins and closed it right away. The second time the pipe was fixed and we agreed that I would wait 1,5 hours before turning the water back on. Well I did that and turned the water back on. And turned it back off. The pipe was still leaking. At this point I had to go out to meet with a friend. While I was gone the third and I think the final fix was carried out. When I got back the water was still cut. I did not touch the water but waited until someone would come and tell me to put it back on. I think the water was off about 5 hours and then my landlord's mom came to tell me to put the water back on. I complied and turned the water back on. We were glad to see that the water did not drip anymore, sadly there was no water coming through. The kitchen and shower did work, and the only pipes not giving any water were the leaky one (the hot pipe was the leaky one, but the cold pipe did not give any water either). 

After meeting with my friend I informed my other friend that I will take her offer to pick me up that day. I had not told her and others that the air mattress had stopped working couple of days before and the last two days I had slept on the floor. So all this made me change my mind and I decided to move out the day before I had to. My landlord did say that I could stay till Sunday as at the moment there was no-one coming in. When my landlord came home from work, she invited me to eat with them, and we broke the news to her mom that I was actually leaving that night and not the next day. I got fed and I got a present from them. Best Landlord ever!

When my friend arrived, my landlord came down to help us pack. She said that we did not need to take the garbage out nor clean as they were going to do it. She went back upstairs while we did a bit of dishes and packed the last items. Then she came down to help us pack the car. Her brother arrived from work just in time to help with the last few items. Then I said my last goodbyes to them and off we went. It felt so wrong to move out. To keep at least some of the traditions alive, I took my friend to Hortons (well she drove us there) and bought little something to eat. After that we went to her place and unpacked everything from the car. It was just a few minutes before the midnight when we were done. 

This was my last official day in Canada with permission to work. The next few days I was just a visitor.