I’m house sitting for my parents this weekend. The kitchen is a mess because I’ve been cooking [and eating] a lot. Which makes me stressed. I don’t like things to be out of place. I want to clean and organize. Its my go to plan for dealing with stress. Organize. Or wash dishes. I’m like Lorelai Gilmore in that respect.
My life is unorganized like this right now. Its okay. Its good, frankly. I just got my first acceptance into a grad program, so I’m feeling pretty great. But its messy right now. With the potential of a lot more mess. And its just damned inefficient.
But right now, I have monkey picked tea. So I don’t mind.