Misestimation.

My lease for my Berkeley apartment ends this Saturday (WHICH IS BY THE WAY, MY 22ND BIRTHDAY) and to my surprise, moving out is more work than I had anticipated.

I scheduled a walkthrough with the manager of the building. She came in..late (I had to call her, because apparently she forgot that I had scheduled that appointment). Then she proceeded to tell us how we must remove dust from the apartment. Not only did the blinds have to be clean, but all the wall edges (where the carpet meets the wall) must be clean as well. Currently, my hands hurt from cleaning the blinds. I did them one by one, but then eventually, I just wiped them all down with several downward swipes. So far, I have moved my stuff slowly week by week. Every weekend that I go home, I bring something back. Now all that\’s left in my apartment is my clothes drawer, my desk and my bed. I already sent home one of my shoiji screens (I sold the other one), my desktop, my nightstand, my toaster, the dining chair, all my food, my futon, and books. Ugh. Being old means that I have to be responsible for moving my stuff. :(