Now, I want to state right now that I am not by any means an organized person. If it wasn't for habits picked up from my stint in the job from hell (SDSU Housing) and the trauma from living with utter slobs (you know it's bad when you have to put up signs to remind them that moldy dishes mean they've gone too long without cleaning), my apartment would probably look like a tornado ran through it and the recovery team has yet to arrive. While I am someone who is very strict in terms of hygiene, I am a horrid pack rat, and as such I am constantly with too many things and with not enough places to put them.
This is why, when my new roommate was about to move in, I had a minor panic of sorts in trying to clean everything in anticipation for her arrival. After frantically finding places for much of my things, building places to hold others, and regulating the rest to the holding cell that is my closet, I realized how nice it is to have a place for everything. I actually feel happy when people drop by, because I'm not sitting there worrying about all the things I wished were taken care of. I hope this will mean that I'll be better at keeping my place in a more manageable condition. I also like that my statues don't look so crowded now that they have all these nice new places to spread out. Whether my new roomie will appreciate the idols all around my apartment is yet to be determined. :)
Here's a little something to reflect my mood. Enjoy!!
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