Well, it’s been one hell of a run in this place that I’ve
called home for three years. It is time, however, to move on. I’m slowly
getting my place cleaned and packed up (ever, ever so slowly. Have I ever
mentioned that I’m a huge procrastinator?) and I’ll be heading off for greener
pastures.
My friend Cassie made the suggestion that I move in with her
and save money while I embark on house-hunting of my own and after much
deliberation (because I’m a procrastinator, remember?) I decided to take her up
on her offer and bank what I can for a down payment on a place. That now means
I have to get my place ready for viewing. Uh oh…
After spending a year living like an unashamed bachelor, I
now find myself in the miserable process of cleaning. And not just cleaning,
but DEEP cleaning. Scrubbing walls, pulling out the fridge and stove and cleaning
behind them, cleaning carpets… I don’t think any of those have been done in the
three years that I’ve been here. Correction. I KNOW they haven’t been done
since I’ve been here. Sigh. Why am I doing this again? Oh, yes. Savings of
about $600/month. Makes sense.
Besides cleaning, I once again have to get used to living
with someone. It’s not just my space anymore. My living habits are definitely
going to have to change. Maybe it’s time to start making some positive changes
on my cleaning skills (or just developing some in general). Or perhaps time to
start taking better care of myself again. Eating better and exercising and
whatnot. And hopefully she doesn’t mind her basement turning into the Batcave…
It’s also a chance to go through my stuff and get rid of
what I don’t need and/or don't use. Step one? Paring down some clothes. Nobody needs
as many t-shirts as I have, and so I’ll have to get rid of some. After that?
Who knows. Maybe sell some furniture pieces? Getting rid of just the sheer
amount of garbage that’s been accumulating over the last few years will do
wonders. And not all of it is mine. When my ex left, she left some things as
well. Ostensibly because she “didn’t want me left with nothing”. Really it's because she didn’t want the things she left. Well, I can safely get rid of all
of those items.
As much as I do hate to say goodbye to my place, I’m excited
(if somewhat nervous) to start a new chapter elsewhere.
Sinceriously,
-Chad
