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Right.It's coming up for the end of my lease, so I have to move out of my flat. I have to move out of my flat next wednesday, in fact. This is a stressful situation at the best of times, made somewhat more problematic this time by the fact that I cannot move in to my new flat until July. So I'm going home for a bit.
What is causing me to want to cry at the moment is the state my flat is in and the fact that my flatmate fucked off to Berlin yesterday morning. No, he's not coming back. He's moved most of his stuff out, but has left me to clean what has undoubtedly become one of the most filthy places I have ever encountered. He left his notes all over the living room carpet, covered in academic scribblings and red wine. He left cigarette butts in a wine glass. He left rubbish all over his bedroom floor. He used pots and pans that I cleaned on sunday and left them festering in the sink.
I was kind of expecting it. In fact, I saw it happening. And I'm not the tidyiest of people myself, but I am being driven to the bad end of rage.
Ah well. I threw all his notes away yesterday.
It's the little victories that count.
posted by Memehunter @ 4:15 PM
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Happened to me a few years back.
Was living with two perfectly helpful blokes and one fresher, the last of the three to move out. He trashed the place in the second last week of our lease and then left the city.
After 7 days and nights of piling layers of caustic soda in our oven (to no avail), scrubbing the tiles in the bathroom and wondering how many ways I needed to arrange the furniture to disguise all the stains in the carpet, I caved and gave the landlady £100 of our deposit to pay to have some redecorating done.
A bargain.
R and I are moving out of our shared apartment into our new single apartments in two weeks. Currently, we're both avoiding the necessary evil of packng movies and books and linens and clothes. We'd rather procrastinate as much as possible. I am SO not looking forward to living on my own. I'm too social. And I'm still a wee bit scared of the dark at 25.
Regardless, I've been in your shoes once. I had a roomie who actually moved out of one room in our apartment into another that was recently vacated/cleaned because she didn't want to clean the pit that her room had become - dirty plates, old bread crusts, socks, movies, clothes. It was a mess. Keep us posted on whether or not you survive the initial cleaning/moving. I'm thinking of you.
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