I can’t wait to live on my own. I’m a bit of a neat freak — to me, an uncluttered mind comes from an uncluttered house, and unfortunately, I live in a place where stray papers line the countertops and loose shoes are landmines in the front hall. Sometimes dishes are cleaned and then left all over the countertops, when they could be put in the cupboards right above where they sit. (Why? I don’t know.) I can’t walk into any room without being assaulted by someone else’s mess, and it’s starting to drive me batty.
I acknowledge that I could tone down my neat-freak tendencies, but it’s more a matter of principle at this point. I’ve lived in this house for the majority of my life, and not once have my pleas for a cleaner space been answered.
Thankfully, this won’t be a problem come September. I just have to make sure I don’t fall into the front hall shoe trap before then.
Image: Amara Gelaude/The Cascade
