My cousin essentially all but got down on her hands and knees and begged me to let her clean out my room. Proceeded to set me up in her room with my laptop and was like, “Just don’t come upstairs. I won’t throw anything out that isn’t garbage.” I offered to help and she was like, “No. Go away.”
Now…the reason this is like a ‘big deal’ is that my room is kind of on the small side and has all my shit from my dorm and my post-college apartment sort of just thrown in there in storage bins so it just kind of resembles a storage closet with a tv and a bed. I never had the time/energy/inclination to truly unpack since I moved back home a few years after college. I always figured, “If I unpack everything and get too comfortable I’m stuck here and I’m never getting my own place again.”
I can feel the anxiety creeping up on me over this whole ordeal. Her brother keeps giving me nasty looks like I asked her to do it. And she’s been finding shit that I honestly thought I tossed out after high school.
The perils of moving back into your childhood home for whatever reason. Ugh.
(I don’t understand why she unpacked all my china though - digging out my books/dvds yes…the china and kitchenware though?)