There is a hoarder lady who has lived in Halifax for years, and she always has the craziest, dustiest collection of crap displayed in her windows and door. She even changes it to reflect changing seasons and to celebrate holidays.

I walked by today and it the apartment was EMPTY, with walls knocked out and floors torn up. This sudden change pisses me off, as I liked to walk by there a few times a week and sneak a peek into her cluttered and mould-filled misery.

And now she is gone, just like that. —Wondering where the hoarder lady went