Nik, her sisters, our niece, & I cleaned out Gramma's tiny one-bedroom apartment today. She lived there for a long time, but it's time for her to move into a nursing home. It was difficult sorting out her possessions -- her clothes, knickknacks, furniture, everything. One thing we were not sentimental about was the apartment itself. It was dingy, uncomfortable, and in a nightmare of a building. Everyone thought it was a hellhole, with the exception of Gramma -- but everyone gets attached to their own space. Happily, though, she's getting quite used to her new digs.
The one -- and the only -- nice thing about her apartment was the view.