Cleaned most of the apartment today. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me. It’s even nicer that my roommate helped out. I had to ask her to do so (I hope I managed to do so nicely) but she did a good job. Definitely seems like she’s a little unused to cleaning up after herself, but hopefully that is something we can work on. Ah, to be young and without responsibility.
It’s times like these when I realize how much of a Virgo I am. I’m not normally anal about cleaning, but when I get into it, I really do. And it bugs me when things aren’t in their place. Don’t get me wrong, my room is as messy as a teenager’s, but I know where things are. There is a pathway to my bed and by golly it’s going to stay open. I like the spaces that I occupy to be, if not clean, at least inhabitable, and it makes me angry when they’re not. My mother pointed out to me that having a roommate is a great preparation for being married, as the future Mr. Whoever will certainly have his quirks that I can’t stand, but will have to, because it’s the right thing to do. I hope that I have learned patience; I certainly have learned that if I want something a certain way, I usually have to do it myself. Which is okay.