It's hard not to think of the "before"
picture-fists bashed through dry wall, cat diarrhea matted to the filthy
carpet, food rotting in the refrigerator, closet doors completely gone.
That's what the renters left.
Anger doesn't come close to how I feel about that. But now that I've
been working five weeks at clean-up, I'm sick and tired of the anger. I want to
Lysol it, sponge it away with Fabuloso, and follow that with a strong dose of
Clorox. This anger is not serving me, is it? I'm the one who's hurting,
certainly not them. So I'll dump the anger down the toilet and flush it away
with the dirty water that remains from scrubbing the walls.
I have the "after" picture to think about-popcorn
ceiling gone, freshly painted taupe-neutral walls, all new lighting and ceiling
fans, new flooring and new appliances. You'd never know that those college boys
had been there.
I asked the universe for a good tenant this time. It would
be great to find a nice professional family that will appreciate the 70's style
of the place. A family that will smile at the Buddha garden spot I created on
the side of the house after the storage unit was torn down. I want them to love
the short commute to ASU and being close to South Mountain and the REI store. I
want them to live in the house for five years and then we can retire there when
it comes time to downsize.
Anger-what anger? I'm moving on!
And you know what? The universe provided!
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