We just got out of the apartment at like 11AM. Last night was hell. I was worried about getting out in time and having the place clean. Worked like crazy until about 4 AM when Mac broke down crying from the pressure of no sleep and the rush of moving. We were both angry that it had ended up in a frantic rush despite all the time we’d put in to packing and getting rid of our crap over the last month.

Then we realized there really was no point in staying up all night, that the land lord wasn’t going to care if we were out at 6 am or at noon.

We went to bed and I woke up 4 hours later feeling a lot better. The last of the cleaning went much easier with some sleep. I even got to talk to one of our neighbors for the first time. He’s a nice guy, has an ugly dog and three nice kids two apartments down. He took a bunch of the stuff we’d left near the dumpster in the hopes someone could use it, and kept offering to help me get stuff into the van. He said he was thinking of moving out and buying a house now that the mortgage crisis hade made real estate cheaper. Somehow chatting with him really made me feel better about things. He’s alot older than me but was the only neighbor we had here that didn’t add to the place feeling like a crack den.

We skimped on the last bit of cleaning by sweeping crap under the fridge and then loaded Scherzo into the van, waved at the couch we ditched on the curb and headed off. We drove half a mile up the street to say bye to mac’s brother Jason and his wife Chris and elliot, their spawn, went to the coffee shop to cancel the electric and internet and change our forwarding addresses, went to the ups store, the laundromat, and the grocery store, and then we were finally really ready to head out of town when I realised I had LOCKED MY KEYS IN MY CAR. aggggkkkk.