The packing and moving phase happened so quickly there was no time for simultaneous cleaning of the SpoKompton (referred to from here on out as the “old” apartment) which was a major bummer now. Because Cool got to be in the NEW apartment and new city, working, while I had to clean all by myself.
It was a much bigger job then I anticipated–and it sucked. The old apartment still had utilities–thank goodness I had the foresight not to shut them off. But it was echoing, dusty, and cold inside. And we had no TV, bed, or anything, really to keep me occupied or comfortable in any way.
Also, there had been a lot of messes made, wear & tear, and damage done over the prior 4 years and 7 months in there: Cool spilled a bottle of bleach AND a bottle of laundry soap on the carpet the first week we had moved in. Sloppy had sand-crabbed litter so much that tiny sand was embedded in the carpet, in the seam between the carpet and wall, and dusting the walls. My daily tread-milling had left black marks on the carpet at each of the 4 points of impact. There were about 800,000 holes in the walls.
And stuff that wasn’t our fault, such as mold growing from the walls, grease on the kitchen ceiling from no ventalation, and grout deterioration lended to an overall feeling of grossness, and panic. We certainly were not going to get our deposit back as I initially hoped–but would they charge us for damages??!
And I had Sunday from 10-ish AM to Monday at 6AM before my house-sitting job started. And the work sucked, I was alone with it, and to tell the truth, I no longer cared so much about the OLD apartment.
But I gave it a good effort. Oh yeah, I forgot, there were remnants (more then I knew!) that hadn’t been packed on the first go-around. Like, the fridge and freezer had been untouched. So I’m cleaning, I’m trying to stuff things in Rusty, and I’m throwing a TON of things away. So many things. Perfectly good items, or items I would just have to re-buy in the new state but would keep or didn’t fit.
My friend from work came over (in a skirt?) to help for 5 hours, and I’m glad she did, because I might still be there otherwise. She spackled for a fill 70 minutes, and there were still holes in the walls. . .
I slept on the dusty, cold floor that night, and was pretty well mentally finished the next day. But I pressed on for my of my first day into house-sitting. And I could have spent the whole 10 days cleaning and it still wouldn’t have looked nice. So I made the choice to be finished Monday then focus on my house-sitting job. Because the animals were lonely, I was getting paid GOOD money to do it, the apartment wasn’t going to look nice no matter what I did at this point, and it wasn’t fair that 100% of the job fell to me anyway.
But I fretted that we were going to get charged.
Still, the lure of warmth, the animals, a mattress, kitchen, and most of all–a TV–made me finish up. I turned in our keys and left Riverton Terrace forever.
Next: House-sitting, the NEXT long drive, and (more) unpacking.