I like almost everything about my new apartment: the charming and walkable neighborhood, the affordable rent, the just-right-for-me size, the responsiveness of the management when I make a request, the city life unfolding in the park across the street [dog walkers, yoga practitioners, frisbee players, would-be readers perusing the take-one-leave-one book kiosk, people resting in the shade on their stroll home from the grocery store, a girl playing in the fountain on a hot summer day, and so much more.]
What I don’t like about it, is that when I moved in, it was not up to my standards of cleanliness. Not even close. Almost every surface was filthy: the fridge, the cabinets, the bath tile and the windows and sill.
Happily, I know how to clean things. And I have more time now then ever before in my life to make my place pretty. What in other homes took years, I should be able to accomplish in a couple months.
Anyway, don’t expect photos until I’ve cleaned the place up bit.