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When My Apartment Stopped Being a Disaster Zone
OK so I’m not naturally a slob. I swear. But when you’re juggling a tech startup, investor meetings, and trying to have some semblance of a social life in San Jose? Something’s gotta give.
For me, that “something” was my apartment.
It started small. A few dishes in the sink. Some laundry I’d get to “later.” Fast-forward six months, and I was living in what my sister lovingly called “a depression nest.” Harsh, but fair.
Last Tuesday, I hit rock bottom. I had an investor coming over for an impromptu meeting (terrible idea, don’t recommend), and I literally shoved all my crap into the bedroom and closed the door like I was 12 and my mom was coming to check if I’d cleaned my room. Except I’m 34.
My friend Maya had been bugging me FOREVER to try her cleaning service. “Just DO IT,” she’d text me at least once a month. I always had excuses. Too expensive. Strangers in my space. Blah blah blah.
But after the investor incident, I finally looked up a house cleaning cost calculator to see what I was actually talking about. Turns out it wasn’t nearly as pricey as I’d built it up to be in my head. Still, I procrastinated for another two weeks.
Then the AC in my Japantown apartment broke during that freakish heat wave we had in April. My landlord’s “quick fix” involved multiple visits from repair people, and the thought of them seeing my place made me want to crawl into a hole and die.
I panic-called Maya at 11 PM.
“I need your cleaning people. Tomorrow. Is that possible? I will pay extra. I will sell a kidney. Please help me.”
“Chill, drama queen,” she laughed. “I’ll text you their number.”
The woman who runs the service, Elena, couldn’t come the next day, but she squeezed me in that Friday. When I opened the door for her team, I felt my face burning red with shame.
“I’m so sorry about the mess,” I mumbled, gesturing at… everything.
Elena just smiled. “This? Not even close to the worst we’ve seen. Don’t worry.”
I decided to work from Academic Coffee on South 2nd while they cleaned. Couldn’t bear to watch them judge my life choices. I sat there drinking way too much caffeine and checking my email approximately 500 times.
When I came back three hours later, I literally stood in the doorway with my mouth hanging open like an idiot.
I’d forgotten what color my countertops were. I’d forgotten there was actually space BETWEEN my furniture. And the smell – no more mystery takeout odors, just clean with hints of lemon.
I walked through each room like I was in a dream. They’d even arranged my sad collection of coffee mugs in a neat row. The bathroom sink was SHINY. Do you know how long it had been since anything in my bathroom could be described as “shiny”?
That night I slept better than I had in months. There’s something weirdly calming about clean sheets that I didn’t have to wash myself.
The next morning, I actually made breakfast AT HOME instead of grabbing something on the way to the office. My roommate from grad school, Priya, FaceTimed me and I gave her a tour.
“Holy crap,” she said, “did you move?”
“Nope. Just finally got my life together. Kinda.”
“This is straight-up sorcery. Your place looked like the aftermath of a frat party last time I visited.”
“Rude but accurate.”
I’ve had Elena’s team come back every two weeks since then. Worth every penny. The stress that evaporates when I know I’m going home to a clean place? Priceless.
Last week I had the team from my startup over for a strategy session. We sat on my balcony overlooking Coyote Creek Trail as the sun was setting, drinking beers and actually making progress on our launch plans. No more apologizing for my living situation or meeting at overpriced coffee shops all the time.
Sure, every now and then I still find myself leaving dishes in the sink or dropping clothes on the floor. I’m not completely reformed. But the difference is those things don’t pile up into an overwhelming mountain anymore.
Look, I still get that voice in my head sometimes – the one that says I should be able to do everything myself. Run a company, maintain relationships, AND keep a spotless home. But that voice is full of crap. Nobody can do it all, and pretending otherwise was making me miserable.
So yeah. I hired a cleaning service and it basically saved my sanity. Sometimes the smartest thing you can do is admit you need help. Took me way too long to figure that out, but I got there eventually.
And when my mom visited last month and said, “Wow, you’re really getting your act together, aren’t you?” I just smiled and nodded. Some secrets are worth keeping.
– Jamie Nolan, San Jose, California