Before I moved out of Redwood Apartments, I have a memory of being dragged out of the apartment and briefly opening my eyes for a split-second right by the kitchen counter.
I believe I lost some time around that day. It would have taken multiple people to carry me out that way. My car was in the garage, but they may have moved the car with my keys and pulled another vehicle into the garage to get me out. I can’t imagine they carried me out through the front door.