Instead of relaxing during my 3-day weekend, I'm moving into my new apartment. Last month, after breaking my lease, I packed up the contents of my studio apartment.
I moved most of it into a storage container while I looked for work, or as I call it, Pimping Myself Out.
And over the past couple of days, I've been setting up my move. Finding my new apartment happened quickly, with my boyfriend being the one who stumbled upon the studio that is now my home. The former tenant was kind of a slob. When I looked at the space, there was a litterbox next to the bed that was in desperate need of cleaning and fruit flies in the kitchen.
The landlord informed me that there had also been a toothbrush jammed in the pipe of the bathroom sink, so it would be a couple days til the leak was fixed. Who puts a fucking toothbrush in the drain pipe?!
We cleaned up a little (the landlord had done most of the heavy duty ick).
And moved in the heavy furniture.
Tomorrow, we will unpack boxes, organize and tidy.
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