When I moved into this apartment it was August ‘07 and I was still coming to grips with the…everything about Japan. So I forgave myself for not really noticing the general shabbiness of my apartment until much later. For the past few months I’ve slowly stopped putting in whatever effort I once had towards regular cleaning and tidyness. Recyclables gather outside on the porch, dust accumulates on every surface, my socks pick up the most perfect representation of “bits” with every step.
Until today naturally. The last straw was when Rick and Marissa, deciding on whether or not to crash at my place after our night of drinking with Ono sensei, looked at each other as if to say “Hmm. Well, if we sleep with our clothes on and shower the moment we get home it shouldn’t be so bad.” Embarassed I set out to clean surfaces that haven’t seen the scruffy side of a sponge in, well, maybe ever.
It’s been a little disheartening to go from the guy who considered putting in Pergo flooring into an apartment he’d only be living in for 9 months to a guy who doesn’t care that there’s been dirt spilled on his balcony for 4 months. Secretly he’s hoping weeds will take root and add some greenery to the place. So far, no weeds have taken the offer.
I’m also using this weekend as an opportunity to change things up on the web-side. I’ll be moving hosts soon and hopefully all eight of you won’t notice a thing. If you receive an error message when you try to email me, that’s why. Try again in a few hours and all should be well.
Also, I have no lesson for tomorrow’s class. Poop.
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