And then I was gone.

I left Brooklyn early in the morning on November 9, pushing my granny cart with my mop, bucket, and various items up and down the subway stairs, through Williamsburg, and back to the LIRR, before pushing it another mile down the road to my new location. It was a difficult end to my four years in Gowanus.

I cleared out from one end to the other.

I’m going to miss this place. There’s a lot of good memories associated with it.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have left the building.