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| My prior life. |
You have to understand how strange this is for me. For much of my faster life I had a cleaning lady. She was awesome. She was super sweet and she was so good at her job, it made me cry (literally) when I walked in at night. I would have written her into my will, had she not (speculating here) been deported back to Poland before I could draw up the paperwork. I was heartbroken when she left. She didn't really even mention it, she just sort of stopped coming over. It was awful. And, needless to say, the crap piled up in my house. The worst part is, she stopped coming when I was pregnant, so the house really went downhill. But I was too busy and too exhausted to even find someone new. The handing over of keys to my place (particularly when one is as paranoid as I) is a huge deal. So I left it. And it got gross.
Sure, I would clean when necessary. If someone was coming over, I sometimes would try to sweep things into another room. But it wasn't good. You could tell your import in my life, based on how messy things were. The messier the house, the more I assumed that you love me regardless. But now, things are different and it's WEIRD. Yes, my house is much smaller, which really helps in the scheme of things. But overall I do have a bit more time to focus on its well-being. And I want to clean it, which is VERY WEIRD.
Maybe this side of me has always been there. I am freakishly organized when it comes to other areas of my life. And maybe it's short-lived. I have been here just a few weeks, during half of which I had no furniture. But let's see what happens. Can I keep things up? Will I want to? Or will I go completely insane and become the next star of the TV show "Hoarders"? Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen. Place your bets.
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