SOOOOO Clean!
Fresh sheets. Clean cloths. The smell of bleach. Yup, all signs point to a cleaning day. Mind you, many of my days become cleaning days, but today was actually deliberate. Sigh…I love having a clean apartment. I love the feeling of accomplishment. I love coming home to a clean apartment. And most of all, I love the shock most people seem to have the first time they come in.
To most people, the idea of my apartment always being clean seems almost too far fetched to believe. The way my apartments in Seattle were, my current apartment is a complete 180. Something about the apartment being mine really makes it easier to keep it clean. It also doesn’t hurt that my cleaning momentum seems to snowball. I start picking up a few things, suddenly, I’m on my hands and knees cleaning my bathroom. That’s really how it sometimes go. I mean to just pick something up and then…BAM full on clean. Mind you, it’s easy to keep a place clean if you’re cleaning it every couple of days, and always being mindful to straighten up.
But I like it. I find that cleaning relaxes me. It allows me a time to just kind of do mindless work. Plus I can really just think about random stuff. It’s just…nice.
Plus, having friends come into a clean apartment is kind of cool. Especially my friends. They always seem to expect some level of dirty that isn’t there. So far my favorite comment came from my friend Rob: Do you have a maid? No. You keep this place this clean by yourself. Yup. Wow, man. That’s Impressive. I don’t know, I like it. I can have friends over. It isn’t dirty, and people have no problem accepting invitations.
HEEEEEEE
Cleaning is awesome. I think that’s one of the reasons I do it so much. I just like. I never thought I’d say it. Amazing what growing up will do to you.
