when I wake up // on moving on

Friday, came home and noticed that the ex moved out... which depressed me a little, coming home to a half empty apartment, it looked sad and desolate. It hasn't been cleaned for a while, dust bunnies were ruling the town and soap scum claiming washroom territory... tumbleweeds of dust were rolling underneath the computer desk, random papers, receipts, buttons, opened packages, hair were all on the floor.

Stayed up till 4 in the morning, didn't want to put in effort in the place anymore - what's the point anyway?

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9am Saturday

I cleaned up. Moved all the boxes out of the way. Moved my bed to the big room, and stuck it close to the window so I can look at the summer sky before I fall asleep.

Cleared the Guest Room and made it into a studio. Put my easel up, leaned the canvases against the walls. Opened the window... rolled out my yoga mat on the empty part of the room.

Wiped the whole place, gave the piano a little shine, gave the washroom a little sparkle.

Stocked the fridge with Heiney and some sake.

This is going to be good.