I moved recently into a place that I absolutely love. I love my housemates. I love the location. I love my room. I love the roof access. I love the 100 million stairs up to the main floor. I love the 275 pieces of random sports equipment in the hallway. Skateboards, surfboards, bikes, footballs, baseball mitts, etc.
Im kind of a busy person, and so finding time to clean my room, let alone my house is a rare occasion. And by busy I mean finding the time to moan and groan on blogger. The other day I actually put away the time too and was in the mood to clean. I wanted to wipe down the cupboards, consolidate the enormous (and by city standards im not joking) kitchen cupboards we have, and basically make this apartment more than a space I sleep in. I want it to be my home. I know my housemates agree with me on this, Im just pretty sure I stroke a nerve when they came home and all their food was spread across the floor, and divided into different grocery bags. I honestly think that if they would have come home 5 hours later, the house had been clean and organized, they wouldn't have even known the stuff that was thrown away. And yes I could be wrong, but this is my blog (well half blog), and Im allowed to voice me opinion. Ok, there.
We have a house meeting tonight. If my post tomorrow is about how I need a new place to live, take pity.