Inspecting multi-family properties is always interesting especially when in a college town. The contrast between one apartment and the next can be quite significant with a notable difference when one is owned by a female and the other a male. I have to wonder if there’s something about the way a guy is wired that makes him feel it’s fine to leave rotted food, garbage, clothes and all manner of filth throughout their place? There are exceptions to this of course but most of the time it’s the guy who has the dirty apartment. Going into an apartment occupied by a female usually presents nice flowery smells and tidy shelves just like I like things to be.
Thinking back to when I got my first apartment I always hoped it would be spotless with everything in order. Not all labels facing forward order but just tidy and clean. Somewhere along the way though I lost that desire and my apartment was not unlike the ones I sometimes inspect now. Trying to remember why I allowed this to happen I can only think it was just easier to let it go than to clean it up. Dishes piled sky high and clothes on the bedroom floor was a common thing. My newly acquired wife was not one to complain and contributed to it just as much as I did.
If I go even further back to my childhood my room was a total disaster. Not just dirty but really really dirty. There were bannana peels, plates of half eaten food, clothes and discarded snack bags/containers all over. I would simply clear a way for my Atari or Nintendo and my mother rarely told me to clean my room. Was there something imprinted in my mind during those years that prevented me from having a clean apartment as an adult? I think not actually. In fact I think it was during those times that I began to despise a messy room/house only allowing it to happen in my apartment because of laziness. Now I like my home to be cleanish. By cleanish I mean it’s ok to stuff things in my basement corners or closet but the areas where people see, that’s got to be clean.