On Sunday, I successfully moved out of my apartment. If only it were that simple. To make the whole process less stressful for me, I did a little bit every day. I started by clearing out the trash, then I washed my kitchen, then I started packing. Actually going about it very lazily made it not stressful at all but then some things changed. Tabitha (who moved into my apartment) checked it out on Saturday and said she wanted it. I said, you move out on the first right? She says she moves out tomorrow (Sunday), my reaction is O_O. I tell her that works but she needs to come back at 5 PM the next day. Fast forward to the next day, I'm running around, sweeping, packing, and mopping like a crazy person. That day I had a wicked stomachache and I was dehydrated (I was completely out of water). By the time I finished, I nearly fainted on my freshly made bed, shortly after, Tabitha arrived and I helped her get her bags in the apartment. I signed the lease over to her and got my money back. I went to the guesthouse which is okay, it's livable, and I just watched some TV and fell asleep for 12 hours. I was exhausted.
Till Next Time...
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