I wouldn’t say I am unsanitary. My place looks like someone lives here and with the hardwood floors and tiles, you can see more life particles than with carpet. But there’s no health threats, mold, rotting food or anything like that. But I can’t stop but think about cockroach congregations in my kitchen and/or bathroom while I’m gone. What kind of dust will settle on my bed linens that they won’t be that clean even if I wash them. When I was in law school, my idiot landlord did some renovations to the house I was renting and workers slept in my bed, watched my TV and, of course, drank all my alcohol. That was a terrible experience.
Imagine how I felt coming back from being away during the summer on a 3 month interview we like to call being a “summer associate”.
While, hopefully, there won’t be any drunken workers lounging in my bed and I’ve moved everything that is of value out of my place, I’m still not super excited about the dust and cockroaches I envision hanging out while I’m gone.
I also wonder what kind of smells I might come back to. My old horse stuff, dog stuff, childhood crap, and whatever spills I haven’t cleaned up and forgot about are all hanging out while I’m gone.
Blagh. It makes me want to cover everything with a layer of 409.