it has been unusually hot in our apartment this week and most of the past three days have been spent mitigating that
I have everything moved to my new apartment finally (except the eggs, they’re gonna suck to move), but I’m not out of the woods yet. I was raised by a hoarder and having boxes stacked in every corner is making me feel filthy.
I started going back to the gym because I couldn’t stand being away any longer. Not sure if that was a good idea because I’m exhausted all the time.
My neighbor who thinks we’re friends because he talks about himself all the time and I’m too meek to stop him actually invited himself inside to talk about himself today, and I wasn’t butch enough to do anything about it.
So yeah, I don’t know. Technically improving, but still bad.
except the eggs, they’re gonna suck to move
Are… these… edible?
I was raised by a hoarder
I apologize and am working on it lol. On a serious note, had I known Marie Kondo had a manga for her The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, I probably would have dug into it way sooner. It is truly revolutionary!
Oh yeah they’re edible. But I buy them in a big box and I immediately recycled the box part of the packaging and they’re in a flimsy carton with no outer walls, so securing them in the car will suck 😅
Also no need to apologize! I don’t have a frothing hatred for hoarders or anything. It makes no sense to me to resent people for something that affects their quality of life.
In my family’s case it just sucked because my parent had access to mental healthcare but didn’t take advantage of it, and it affected myself, my siblings, and our pets. I go back and forth on how much I actually blame them, but at the end of the day it’s still bad memories and I hate that I keep associating them with my new place.
