All that is left is turning in the keys

Two months and three days later, it's hard to believe it's almost over... moving from the apartment at Ridgepointe.

I spent Christmas Eve evening, Friday evening and part of Saturday finishing up the cleaning. Today I repaired a piece of Formica on the kitchen counter and replaced a burned out lightbulb. That was the last of the tasks.

A huge thank you to my friend and co-worker Alex, who volunteered a morning about a month ago to move the large items and returned one last time on Friday to help me move the bed that we were originally going to get rid of, but decided to use it in our guest room at the Hampton house.

I also have to throw a shout out to Anthony. Despite our occasional disagreements about how this move should be handled, and constant shoulder pain while he was waiting for his rotator cuff repair surgery date, he did the best he could under the circumstances. Because of his physical limitations, he couldn't lift much of anything heavy so that job was mostly mine, but he dug deep.

We took one last walk through the apartment together this afternoon before heading to Walmart Neighborhood Market at Grant and Alvernon for our weekly grocery shopping excursion. We spent the last four years together in that apartment, and said goodbye to the bathrooms where thousands of poops and showers occurred, the bedroom where I took hundreds of naps, and the kitchen where I microwaved many craptastic dinners after work.

I plan on turning in the keys tomorrow on my way home from the station. It'll be a bittersweet moment, and many times over the last two months I wasn't sure the day would ever come.

Goodbye bathroom vanity I used at Ridgepointe.
I cut my hair a couple hundred times
over this sink.

Goodbye toilet and shower I used at Ridgepointe.
I pooped and showered in you
thousands of times.

Goodbye fireplace at Ridgepointe.
I never used you because
I didn't have any wood.

Brisk tea at the Grant and Alvernon Walmart Market.
Whoever did the graphic design on
this bottle must get the really good drugs.

Cocoa Puffs with Stars.
"Orbiting Earth for a short time only".
I saw the movie "Gravity"
and now understand what hit
Sandra Bullock while in space.

Enoz Old Fashioned Moth Balls.
I wonder what the new fashioned
moth balls look like.

Sneaky photo of Anthony #1:
The chip aisle can be a vast
lonely space.

Sneaky photo of Anthony #2:
Properly dressed for the frozen food aisle.
It's not delivery, it's DiGiorno.