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20 months ago
I went from a teensy apartment to finally a big enough space I could actually call my own. Since then, I cannot stand a messy place. And what’s weird is that I feel a million times better too. I wake up and am not overwhelmed with the clutter and mess. When I clean up right after a meal, I go to sleep with a free mind. It’s less hassle to do when you do it in little pieces.. slacking really ends up biting you in the rear.. and killing an otherwise useful Saturday date night.
