Cleaning the hell up

Now that I live with five roommates, I have started to become the housewife of the bunch.
Yes, you read that right.
I, once jokingly called 'Messy Mees', am doing more cleaning than anyone in the household, from scrubbing the kitchen to doing hand wash to cooking fresh meals to organizing my shit. Not having a job may help. It's like everyday is one of those days when you try to avoid other responsibilities by cleaning house. Like when you have a paper to hand in, or when you have to study for a midterm, and you suddenly develop a very detailed interest in cleaning every damn corner of the stove. Plus, this house has so much dust I just want to mop every bit of it but it's quite big, so it kind of became a larger project.
Also, I have found someone who is my mess making equivalent, my close friend and roommate Karina. Since she was recently fired/laid off, we decided to clear out her work room, next to the kitchen.


The floor was gross.

The table wasn't positioned right.

I've always hated those hanging things.

We moved everything in the kitchen and nobody was able to cook all day.

But the result was so refreshing!

Karina sorted every tiny little sewing tool around.

And now there's space to work!

It felt like I was cleaning my own head along with that room. And now, back to getting my own life in order. Get on it, miss List!