So recently I have discovered that I love cleaning. I know- weird, right? I was the biggest slob when I lived at home—my floor was just like another shelf to throw stuff on. In fact, you couldn’t even tell I had a floor. It also didn’t help that my parents are basically “OCD” about cleaning and organizing, so it always felt like you were walking onto another planet when you entered my room.
Then I came to college and had a double room in the fabulous Bradley Learning Community. And my roommate was a bigger slob than I was. She and I got along great and I really enjoyed having her as a roommate, but I think her messiness changed me. I would get so freaked out when our room was messy that I would move all of her stuff to the side (yea, I was one of those people) and would vacuum the rug twice a week. I would make sure my bed was always made and my books and clothes were always put away when I wasn’t using them. I couldn’t control her mess, but I had to eliminate mine.
Then this newfound cleanliness started to spread to other types of domestic responsibilities. When I went home, I would look forward to doing my own laundry because I got to do as many loads as I wanted. Despite the fact that we finally got a dishwasher, I would volunteer to wash the dishes by hand. My parents thought someone had replaced their daughter.
This year I have my own room, so I get to clean and keep it as tidy as I want. And you don’t want to know how excited I was when my housefellow said that they bought a new vacuum for our dorm. Whenever I finish cleaning, I always feel like I just accomplished something. It often helps settle my nerves when I’m really stressed out, and it helps me focus right before I need to study for a big test.
Next year, I will be living with six of my best friends in a house. And some of those girls are very skilled mess makers. I have pictures to prove it. You don’t want to see those pictures. When we spent a weekend at our friend’s lake house in the summer, I got the nickname, “Mom” because I was constantly cleaning and cooking. I realize that I’m being just as annoying as my parents, but I have to do it.