After purging comes cleaning. I want what remains to be in the best shape, so I freshen my tabula rasa. I dust the blinds, clean the refrigerator, and sweep under the bed. Many San Franciscans pay expert cleaners. I prefer to scrub because I’m a cheap bastard and I like meditatively waxing on, waxing off.
I’m not sure where heads this purging and cleaning. Am I preparing to move out and onward, or am I laying the foundation for my next big endeavor? I am home alone so much that I better enjoy the sparkle of the kitchen floor.