Poor Winston.

I feel like such a horrible person. Today the movers come, and I was trying to tell Winston I was leaving, but I didn't see him yesterday (when I booked the movers). So I put a notice in their mailbox saying when I was moving, when they'd get the keys, blah blah blah. Today I had to run to Home Depot to get more moving boxes, and as I'm putting the key in my door Winston out of nowhere is on the stairs above me and it's the smallest saddest voice I've ever heard.

Winston: You're moving...?
Me: Yeah. Did you get my notice?
Winston: No...
Me: Oh, I put it in the mailbox. The movers come today and I'll have the apartment ready for you by Sunday.
Winston: When do you move?
Me: Well...today.

Winston pauses and shakes his head.

Winston: (quieter voice) Where are you moving?
Me: Upper East Side.
Winston: Why?!
Me: It's cheaper.
Winston: (dejectedly) Cheapuh...
Me: Yeah...well I'll see you later!

Winston again shakes his head and I go into my apartment.

That was absolutely heartbreaking.