For the many of us that have moved out of an apartment in the past, there is a familiar feeling towards the end of the move that literally comes out of no where:
"
Fuck the deposit."
I really don't give a shit anymore. Keep the 300 or 500 dollars or whatever I wrote out. I don't feel like cleaning up this mess that has accumulated over the last 2 years.
That coffee stain on the carpet, smack dab in the middle of the living room? Yeah, I did that shit. I'm sure they'll notice the rough patch of carpet just in front of the front door.
That's a semen stain. Yes, I tried to take it out. No, I don't give a shit. Yes, I laughed to myself every time I saw someone step on it.
And the bathroom? Fuck the bathroom. I'm grabbing my tooth brush, my tooth paste, and I'm out. You can keep the piss stains.
The place is a mess. And today, the moves are coming to take all the furniture and the dozens of boxes we've packed. And when that's all gone, I'm sure what will happen. I'll care less. You know how people always say "I couldn't care less"? Well, you can. And it's when you realize that your deposit isn't worth the effort to clean up the rest of the apartment.