Scrub

I spent the day cleaning and getting the rest of my things from the the old apartment. I have a few more things left to get. Yes, I know: it's the slowest move ever. It'll get finished by the Wednesday, no doubt.
I felt my first pangs of nostalgia. It came when I was cleaning up my closet and I saw smudge marks left from my bike tires. I lived at the place 6 years, so that's to be expected, I suppose. However, that pang left quickly as I realized I'd have to clean that smudge mark off. I don't know why I bother cleaning when I know perfectly well that I'll be screwed over by the leasing company.
After I left the old apartment this evening, I headed over to the bookstore for a tea. It's been six months since I worked there, and for the first time, I recognized not one of the underlings. The managers were the same, so I chatted with them for a bit, but it felt weird not knowing anyone else there. Time marches on, regardless.