Saying Goodbye

Tonight after work I went to my old place for the last time. I had to paint that kitchen wall and clean up. The plan was to use the washing machines in the basement while I painted. I haven't done laundry in a while and in a couple of days, I'll run out of fresh undergarments. When I got to the apartment I went downstairs right away. When I walked in, I saw a pile of household items, most of which were mine and most of which I put there. However, there was one item that I did NOT put there and I thought that the manager went into my apartment and took the things I left in there out. I ran back to my car, dropped off my laundry and went right up.

It was just a coincidence that the candelabra was the same one that I left in the apartment. Someone was in the apartment, however because they left paint in there. Anyway, the point is, I did not do laundry and I am screwed b/c I work doubles for the next 3 days.

Moving on...I painted the wall, but not to the best of my ability. They might end up charging me and I'm not sure that I could blame them. I might get away with it though-it's more clean now than it was when I moved in, so...who knows.

Anyway, as I shut the light off and closed the door, I got a little choked up. Not because I don't really like the new place-because I do-but because I really loved living there and it was my first place in Boston. I pulled away with a good feeling though, and when I got home, I was happy. I still wish I could find some things and wish it were all put away, but I love all of the space I have and I think I'm going to make some really great memories here.