Meanwhile, upstairs un-covered walls give-way and open up to reveal more space. Walls where shelves stood proud will need re-painting and hole-filling. Walls with many tiny holes where angle-irons and lag-screw anchored cabinets and credenzas against this tremulous earth, and pictures hung.
I’ve moved at least two dozen times in my life, and every single time I do it I’m shocked when I walk around the suddenly empty spaces and marvel: Wow, this is a lot bigger than I thought it was.
It’s always a sad feeling, though.