The August Cleanse

No, this post won't be about my a recent colonoscopy I had, its about my lease being up, my bank account scaring the crap out of me, and the ability to be able quit.  

I took a risk and included a letter to my landlord with my last rent check, telling them I thought my apartment was overpriced due to my craigslist.org hunt-a-thon for a new place.  I found I'd love a washer and dryer and boy a dishwasher would be nice!  I was consistently torn between leaving my tree house in the sky for a different place with the amenities I needed, well wanted.  I searched and searched and after two viewings, a denial and an acceptance, I decided to stay up in the hut with the birds.  

The next day my phone rings.  It's my landlord.  Such a nice man.  He tells me that he talked with the bookkeeper and they could lower my rent $50 a  month.  I jumped on it.  I thanked him.  After we hung up, I was smiling and I noticed he is calling again.  He wanted to tell me thank you and that the only reason they could do this for me was because I was his only tenant who paid rent on time every single month.  Suddenly I felt better that my rent check hit my overdraft for a whopping $600.  

So, I am staying where I am and I am happy.  I took an afternoon and did 10 loads of laundry that had been accumulating on my floor.  I felt accomplished.  I started to redesign my apartment in my mind.  What could I move?  What can I rearrange?  With the help of my best friend in the entire world, we made a plan.  I called my sister and asked if she could help me rearrange one day.  

I asked her to help one day, because I know I have a lot of cleansing I need to do.  Books and clothes and shoes.... oh my.  The art is incredible, but things will change and move and the kits will learn to love it all over again.  But before one must rearrange a lot of furniture, a lot of shit needed to be hauled out.  

I just entered my closet, garbage bags in tow, and filled up 3 in less than 10 minutes.  I will drop them by Goodwill later this afternoon when I go water Dan's flowers.

On top of all this change and anxiety, I have quit smoking.  It's been 6 days.  I feel ok, I got the initial, my body quit smoking and now you will get sick, thing.  I wear my patch, which seems to help, as I found out when I forgot to wear one on Wednesday.  I thought quitting smoking would lower my tacky white trash level, but alas, it did not.  I now gnaw on toothpicks like it is my career.  Hopefully, this too shall pass.