It has taken me a week plus, and three days of incessant cleaning, but my apartment is now in a semi-clean state. The living room, bathroom are as clean as they'll get, the kitchen is at a pretty acceptable stage, and the bedroom needs maybe an hour of clearing shit up to be up to my standards. I basically dumped all the unwanted things from the living room here, so it's only understandable. But I put away all the boys' shit away in my living room closet, and the place is so much tidier, it's amazing.
The thing is, to maintain this state of things, I need to clean as I go. Eat a meal, clean my dishes, create a mess, clean it up immediately, the way I used to do things back in the day, but then I stopped doing them because it felt to me like I was putting too much pressure on myself. But that wasn't it, it felt that way because I was just getting around to being a responsible adult with chores to do, and my body was taking its type to be comfortable in the new state of matters. Should have pushed on that harder instead of just giving up. In any case, I have more experience with life now, and know what needs to be done, and cleaning daily before things get out of hand is the way to go. In kitchen, in the living room, and in life. Never let things fester, never ever.
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