The Real End

Moving day, he asked me to text him when I was on my way so he made sure to be "out of my way" and then for me to text him when I was done. 

I told him to let me know when he was out so that I can clean the apartment one last time before handing in my key - he never did.

Finally a week before the lease is up I ask if it's safe if I go to the apartment to clean, he says yes.

SO - yesterday I go to clean, and I made sure to check everything to make sure in the moving commotion I hadn't left anything behind.  I look in the attic and there are 6 boxes and my carpet washer in there.  They were on the other side of the attic where his stuff was, which is why I didn't see them when I moved. 

I shouldn't be surprised, but I guess I am...  I'm surprised that he didn't have the common courtesy to mention when he moved all of his stuff out "hey, not sure if you left them on purpose and are coming to get them later, but did you realize you left some stuff in the attic?"

I guess some people never stop surprising you...


On another note, my level of stress since leaving has dropped tremendously.  My boy sleeps so much better than he ever did in the apartment and even his stress level has dropped.  He loves living with family and having his own space, not having the fan turned on when he is trying to sleep (he likes it quiet and Bart needed a wind tunnel in his face) and he loves not getting woken up by the screaming dog. 

Or is that me? 

I don't know, but we have a great sense of togetherness here.  We help each other out and it's not a chore to clean up - even if it is after someone else sometimes.  Everyone appreciates everyone else and we all work together like a well oiled machine.

Ahhhh... peace.  :)