The Kari Diaries: Being An Adult: House Cleaning

A few days ago, I posted a (rather lengthy and typically silly) comment to the blog of someone I recently (and randomly) followed. A piece of said comment went a little something like this:

Lack of what my mother would call “tidiness”? I just tossed a carton of milk with September 29th on it, I should get some kind of award or maybe they should condemn my fridge:\ & well, the smaller the space, the bigger the reason to have all my stuff all over it. I find new places to stuff unnecessary things everyday.

Yeah, I'm that girl. Ask any of my friends. Well, you kinda can't. So just trust me: I am. When it comes to my apartment, I am an organized, yet complete, mess. I'm not so messy that I can't locate anything, but most of my belongings are usually strewn about my apartment. My favorite top isn't in the "tops drawer", but I know without a doubt it's wedged between the shoe box and the printer under my dining room table, so it's all good. Except it's not.

It's actually quite terrible that I'm such a hot mess, or rather that my apartment usually is. This past weekend I sat down and silently berated myself: I'm twenty-five years old. People are married with children and a stable career/business at my age. I need to get it together. And at the very same time, I saw Blair Fowler's recent video. Now, I'm not nearly as ambitious as she is (frankly, I don't have all that time; that's a lot she's got going on!), but I'm working on a cleaning schedule of my own. So here I am, telling you about my untidiness issue and my plan to hopefully solve (or at least curb it) a little bit.