I'm starting from here, now and working backwards.
I feel as though I've travelled back in time. I've moved back into the old flat, which has my furniture but none of my things in it. Bookshelves with no books, empty walls, the rugs rolled up and stored away. There's no trace of Fred here so it's like it was before, sort of. But my dog isn't here.
It's a distant, alien familiarity and everything's a little strange..