Organized Chaos
Feb. 22nd, 2025 04:34 pmThere are a lot of problems with living with my parents, but one that really gets me is that I thrive in clutter and Mom thrives in minimalism and never the twain shall meet. I think my thriving in organized chaos probably has a lot to do with my bi-polar and my ADHD, but knowing that doesn't make it any easier to live in this absolutely pristine minimalist house that just MAKES MY BRAIN ITCH.
I've done everything I can in my bedroom to make it comfortable for myself in this sense, and it is definitely organized chaos in here. Even all my WALLS are filled up. It's how I'm most comfortable and I spend most of my time here for that and other reasons.
Mom and Lee have been relatively accommodating, though. They let me put up shelves and drawers in Jessie's room for books, binders and craft supplies, which was nice of them. They didn't have to do that. But it's not MY ROOM so I make a point of keeping everything very neat and organized so Mom won't develop a tick. They also let me put in some rolly drawers in the basement for a little bit of extra storage. I still have some stuff that doesn't fit anywhere and so just kind of sits in the way in the corner of my room. =/
Right now I'm trying very hard to secure another hook in my ceiling so I can hang ooooone more plant hanger, you know? Just one more. But I'm having trouble getting the hook to grab onto the plank in the ceiling. I think I need to get help with it because I've been trying for like three days and still can't get it to catch. I might actually be trying to hook into metal, though, in which case I'm boned. My stud detector is very unreliable so I'm not sure on that one.
I want DESPERATELY to have an apartment of my own that I can organize and decorate entirely for me, but I've been on the wait list for like 5 years already and there's no end in sight, there. The housing situation here is abysmal.
I'm low-key mad that my older sister gets to keep her two-bedroom apartment (that she got through the subsidized housing list) even though her daughter doesn't live with her anymore and hasn't in a long time. She should have to move to a one-bedroom so someone who NEEDS a two-bedroom can have it. I dunno. Just seems like the right thing to me.
I've done everything I can in my bedroom to make it comfortable for myself in this sense, and it is definitely organized chaos in here. Even all my WALLS are filled up. It's how I'm most comfortable and I spend most of my time here for that and other reasons.
Mom and Lee have been relatively accommodating, though. They let me put up shelves and drawers in Jessie's room for books, binders and craft supplies, which was nice of them. They didn't have to do that. But it's not MY ROOM so I make a point of keeping everything very neat and organized so Mom won't develop a tick. They also let me put in some rolly drawers in the basement for a little bit of extra storage. I still have some stuff that doesn't fit anywhere and so just kind of sits in the way in the corner of my room. =/
Right now I'm trying very hard to secure another hook in my ceiling so I can hang ooooone more plant hanger, you know? Just one more. But I'm having trouble getting the hook to grab onto the plank in the ceiling. I think I need to get help with it because I've been trying for like three days and still can't get it to catch. I might actually be trying to hook into metal, though, in which case I'm boned. My stud detector is very unreliable so I'm not sure on that one.
I want DESPERATELY to have an apartment of my own that I can organize and decorate entirely for me, but I've been on the wait list for like 5 years already and there's no end in sight, there. The housing situation here is abysmal.
I'm low-key mad that my older sister gets to keep her two-bedroom apartment (that she got through the subsidized housing list) even though her daughter doesn't live with her anymore and hasn't in a long time. She should have to move to a one-bedroom so someone who NEEDS a two-bedroom can have it. I dunno. Just seems like the right thing to me.