And I thought painting was supposed to be the easy part. After finishing up the last of the pre-move painting and cleaning out all the brushes, I packed away all my clutter and made the space ready for the cleaning lady to come through tomorrow morning to go through the deepest crevices of this old house to make it new!
I've never hired a cleaning lady before, but have just learned that I do not need to stay for the duration of the cleaning. Well, who would lock up? I'm just getting paranoid.
I left the house feeling somewhat morose. It was dark (at night), cold (gas won't be turned till Thursday), and empty (well, I'm not moved in yet). The house didn't feel like my own, and I was sad.
And spooked.
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