Thank god for my mother. I’m 30 years old and clearly not capable of getting my apartment into any kind of decent enough shape to move out of. My mom drove to Minneapolis this morning and we spent basically the entire day cleaning my apartment. I had a final walk through with the caretaker this evening and handed in my keys. I officially no longer have a place to stay in Minneapolis. It’s scary, but for the most part I’m just really happy to be moving forward with things. Tomorrow I’ll be heading to New Jersey and spending the next couple weeks out there. It’s going to be awesome.