My Mother's Daughter

So I still don't have any pictures of the apartment to post.
Perhaps I will later today, because for once, it's presentable.

(Other than my room... that's a whole other story. Let's just say there was a LOT more floor space in the room I had at my parents' for all of my clothing. In this NEW room, my clothes swallow everything. I hate it. I go through too many outfits in a day to bother putting every piece of it away as I go... because I'm lazy. Hopefully I'll learn.)

But as for the rest of the apartment goes- i.e. the living room, kitchen, and bathroom- it's squeaky clean.
Chris, my roommate's boyfriend, left Tuesday morning for the army. He'll be in Fort Bedding, Georgia for the next 14 weeks. Obviously, Jes is having a hard time right now, being the very beginning. He had the last two weeks before he left off, so they spent every minute they could together before D-Day. This made things harder Tuesday when he left, going cold turkey.
In attempt to distract and cheer Jes up yesterday, we made plans to take Ollie to the dog park and goof off before I went to work. We had to stop by home first to get him some food, and we didn't leave. Jes just went to her room and shut her door and didn't come out.
I didn't blame her. I know if Denver took of for 14 weeks I'd be a mess as well.

I'm not the best with words in instances like these. I'm fairly sure I come off being arrogant or rude when I vocally try to help in these situations.

So I looked around and deecided the apartment was a MESS. I tried to do yoga that morning and ended up with all sorts of things all shapes and sizes stuck to me, the carpet needed vacuuming so bad.
So I got to work.
I vacuumed everything I could, including the balcony. (after having to sweep up everything the dog had torn apart out there. That balcony was a joke!) I lint rolled the couches getting all the dog hair and everything else off of them. Shook the blankets clean. Dusted everything from the coffee table, to the tv stand, to each little decoration around the place. I organized everything and then moved onto the awful kitchen.
The stove was gross- I cleaned it down to taking the circle things off to scrub them. I windexed the stove, microwave, and dishwasher. Cleaned every dish in the place (we have A LOT of dishes. It helps, cuz then we don't havr to wash them very often..). Swept the floor in there and the bathroom, and then got on my hands and knees to scrub the floor clean. We don't have a mop, so this was the first this had happened.. This is where the "mother's daughter" comes in, because I felt and overwhelming pride and gratefullness for the example my mother had given me. When she would get down on her hands and knees to clean every spot, I'd never realized how much love and devotion went into it. It's a simple act that can be seen only for what it is,
but one must truely care about the people around them to put that much effort into it.

I beleive a clean living environment makes for a much happier environment.
Which is why I did it.
I know when I'm down and my living place is a mess, it makes me feel so much worse.
It makes me feel claustrophobic. My home that's supposed to bring serenity is only another trap when you can't freely walk without stepping on something.

I was so proud of the place when I finished.
And strongly hope I'll do better to maintain that level of serenity it brings.

I wrote Jes a heartfelt note before I left, reminding her that I love her, and will be here anytime she needs, bla bla bla. I'm much better with the written word.

She was extremely thankful.

Not so sure if I've ever been as proud to call myself my mother's daughter.

Thank you, so much Mom, for the amazing home you raised me in.




On a side note, I found out yesterday that Jordan, my favorite coworker at Massage Envy, just got a job at a college nearby his house. I'm so excited for him. He's had a crazy year up till now and deserves a more rewarding job. I hope this one does the trick he's needing. Next Wednesday will be my last shift with him. I strongly hope we can remain friends after he's gone. I'll surely miss his company.

Until next time.