Queue the cleaning angels

It’s easy to include too many details, the gist

Friday delivery was light, as in practically fun. I got home well before dark AFTER shopping and enjoyed LOTS of beer

Saturday I didn’t leave the apartment, just fiddled and fiddled, focusing on as little as possible (I was pretty successful!)

This morning I hopped in W3LLY, gassed up leaving town and quietly sailed to the storage unit. I didn’t need a lot of stuff, and my registration wasn’t in my mailbox, is it the mail or the town clerk, both, worse?!

On the return I swung by Somerset to collect my last belongings and to hang out with John. I blessed him with a (full on) goodie (grocery) bag, catching him off guard but he soon asked, “Would you like a Mounds? I’ll eat the first one and if I drop dead don’t take a bite…”

We washed my sheets (despite his protestations) and caught up, chatted. It was bittersweet, he cried more than once, and while I love my little independent apartment, will never forget him, his place. The goal, as he said “Don’t be a stranger!” I don’t that will be hard!

Ironically, at one point in the kitchen he asked “Do you smell ammonia? Is it me? I hope not. I don’t smell it in the fridge and there’s not bad fish or meat, I know it!”

Well I know it, and was able to gracefully dodge the issue without being dishonest. He’s an awesome human being, it’s just not an odor I can live with. It was clear while I was visiting how bittersweet it all is, and how much I’m okay with moving on.

My toilet doesn’t need immediate cleansing, BUT I’M READY!!

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