
When did I become this messy person? Because of my militaristic upbringing, I remember my living space being absolutely immaculate. There was no natural transition away from this growing up. I like the sense of organization and cleanliness. Oh, but today, I'm looking around and it's a disaster area. I would not even allow my mother to see the state of my home at this time.
Perhaps making this known to people will motivate me to actually do something about it...and maybe that means it is time to hire a maid service.
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