I desperately need to clean my apartment. It has been at least a month since I’ve done so, which means that the dishwasher is full of dirty dishes…and so is the sink. There’s a pot on the stove that wouldn’t fit in the dishwasher or the sink. The laundry is overflowing the two laundry baskets, and is sporadically taking up floor space around the apartment as well. The kitchen counter is covered with mail from the last month and all the random other things I’ve brought in from my car since it was last cleared. My desk, which I haven’t used in forever, is covered, too, from all of the stuff that made it past the kitchen counter, but not quite to where it belongs.

Except that none of that is true.

For the last month, my apartment has been clean…like visitor-ready clean. At most, all I have to do is vacuum and dust a little. For that matter, my car is pretty clean, too, with just a couple of random things that shouldn’t be in there. My desk at work, ever since I dismantled part of it and redecorated over a month ago, has been clean as well.

I’m really not quite sure how this happened, but I’ve become someone who picks up after himself, doing his dishes as he goes, making sure that everything that goes into the car comes back out, and making sure my desk is ready for actual work, should it ever come. (; And I’m even enjoying it being that way. I mean, I’ve always enjoyed a clean apartment– it is great to come home to– but I’ve never been one to make sure it stays that way. Perhaps this is a sign of me maturing, or, in a small way, preparing to marry and live with someone who would probably would find me more pleasant to live with if I weren’t so messy. Who knows?