It’s the bane of my existence. Cleaning. When you live at home your parents, maid, nanny or domestic worker is always cleaning the house. You’re living this fresh smelling, dust free joy of an existence. And then you have to start adulting, you move out, you get your own place but you can’t afford a maid – or are too cheap to dish out the cash for it. That means if you want the same beautifully clean environment you have to roll up your sleeves and get cleaning.
I do not like living in a dirty environment, and so the obsessive compulsive cleaner beats out the lazy dude in me and gets to work. That doesn’t mean it’s not a struggle, that lazy guy is very persuasive.