Coming home after being at college is like revisiting a hookah joint after being smoke-free for a few years: you really, really don't miss it.
The place is a pig sty. My dorm room is messy, yes, but I have everything in a place and I regularly throw out bad food. At home, were peaches in the refrigerator from my last visit. That's seriously gross, as it was well over a month and a half ago. They were soft beyond reasonable measure and one of them had mold. Seriously, folks?
The microwave is disgusting. There's food on the buttons and the inside is splattered. I think if my family didn't have a cleaner come through every other week, then the whole place would look like that microwave.Heck, where my computer is, my dad has already invaded it with his daily supply of chocolate and peanut butter in the form of mini reese's cups.
My mom moved a bunch of things out into a storage unit, and claimed that she would "sort through them later." Last time I checked, she has done a grand total of zero sorting. The garage is getting messier again, and soon we'll have the same problem all over again. Lovely, mom, lovely. This is why I wanted to get you some help from that TLC hoarding show.
I think if you allowed my dad to work in a room that had fresh cooked or fried chicken delivered every day and movies streaming to the computer, plus a bathroom that wouldn't stink too much, he would never leave the room. I'm thinking that he only gets off his computer to eat, or read a book (it's usually what they used to call a "dime novel"), or go to work (where he, surprise, surprise, gets on the computer again).
I cannot complain about my sister, except that she will likely resent having to do her own laundry but will take it as a nuisance that comes with college.
