Over the past few weeks I've spent less than no time at home. I went to Idaho, then snowboarding, then to Santa Cruz, then to Philadelphia, all with between zero and two days break in between. Just enough time to mess up my house with not nearly enough time to put it right again.
Then Monday I got a job offer in Santa Cruz, and made the decision to move. In two short weeks. And I've done nothing to prepare for that eventuality. Well I've decided what I'm getting rid of, in the most theoretical of ways. But that's about it.
My house is gross.