first the digs, then the lovin'?

i was moving until 7 am. i watched the sun rise from my new lair. i feel really, really fucking good.
there is nothing more disgusting than cleaning an apartment i am moving out of. mostly unbeknownst to me, i'd been living on a fairly substantial layer of cat hair, potting soil, claw sheaths, dried-out plant bugs (they look like tiny shrimp...?), shards of cat litter... as well as a tub lined with black mold... and i swept with a broom that reeked of cat piss. i didn't think i'd let the place go as badly as i apparently did. it was also an icky reminder of how i'd ignored the half-assed way the place had been cleaned before i ever moved in; behind the stove was a huge hair-encrusted food stain that extended to the refrigerator door... and i never used the stove while i lived there. yesterday was an unrelenting series of grime, sweat, bruises, and stairs, blessedly interrupted for a few hours when my folks drove up in their el camino (the "conquista"!) to help me move the big stuff. we went to sushi afterwards. veggie tempura rolls are highly recommended.
there is a window above the (lemon yellow!) bathtub in my new lair. i took a shower whilst listening to my neighbors talk and cook something that smelled very good from the open kitchen window below. i am able to admire the hillside of petunias and feel the breeze whilst the upper half of my body is naked to the world. it is a glorious feeling.
tiresias (the blind cat) navigated his first staircase, and a brady bunch-esque one at that, with admirable aplomb. i only saw him fall once (7 stairs up?). all the beasts seem extremely happy with the new digs. perhaps they were tired of slovenly collegiate shitholes as well.
i did come to one realization: i have too many fucking plants. 4 carloads of plants, actually. i may never move again.