I have to get this house in tip-top shape and clean it from head to toe to encourage a new potential housemate to move in. And that’s all well and good, but it might lull them into somehow believing that I keep my house tidy all the time. And looking around, I know that is not the case. That pile of laundry sure needs to disappear right now and place itself appropriately in either my cupboard or washing machine. And while I can teach the bird to whistle, I still can’t teach the bugger to pick up his own scattered seed from the floor.
Having a new housemate move in means I get to totally scab the largest bedroom with AC and pretend like it was mine all along. Speaking from my last experience, I will try and remember not to take the first person who looks at the place, lest they turn out to be some socially-avoidant person running an internet server from their bedroom, hoarding all the dirty crockery, who also speaks less than ten words in six months. Not again.
