Eating off the Floor...
Not that I am, but I could. My apartment is clean! I mean squeaky fucking clean! So clean that I vacuumed the bottom of my closet! I don't think that was done when Crista and I moved in. Crista's things are all out of my apartment now, over at a friend's house. This has been a very emotional week for me as I was trying to clear everything out and attempt to make it more of my own space. So many memories and thoughts were loaded up in boxes and bags, sort of like a casket. I feel a great weight lifted off of me as I finished up today. Maybe I will be ok after all. One foot in front of the next.