No more apartment

I turned in my keys this morning. It's all out of my hands now; the only contact I'll have with the management company after this is a deposit refund check--or a notice that I don't get one. I spent three hours last night cleaning the place thoroughly, but there are two things I was unable to get clean: the inside of the oven, and the carpets. I think they will shampoo the carpets regardless, so if the stains come out I should be okay on that, and the dirty oven shouldn't cost that much of my deposit. I hope I get a decent amount back. I always feel like landlords make whatever excuse they have to to keep the deposit, but who knows.

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( There will come soft rains... )

Letters

I can't remember the last time I received two letters on the same day, but it just happened tonight. One from Kirk and one from Liz. And I am bouncing all over doing the happy letter dance.