The following Saturday, I woke up bright and early and drove to the apartment armed with tub full of cleaning supplies. I had about 10 different cleaning rags, a mop, a broom, a dustpan, about 3 different cleansers, and a couple different bathroom scrubbing devices. I was dressed down in some of my worst garb, knowing that it wasn't going to be a very clean affair.

When I opened the door to the place, the environment seemed almost surreal. All of the shades and mini-blinds were pulled-up and sunlight was streaming in the windows even more brightly than I had remembered it on my drive over. The action of me opening the door had sent little clumps of dust moving across the floor and put a ripple in the cobwebs that were floating above me. Even more dust was kicked up from the floor and gave the sunbeams form by providing them something to reflect off.

Systematically, I walked to the farthest room in the place, the one that would tomorrow become my bedroom when I moved my stuff in. I was going to work backwards from the furthest distance out, therefore I wouldn't have to track dust over anything that I had already cleaned. It would have been the classic painting myself into a corner any other way.