My bubble

I have come to really really enjoy my home. It was a struggle at first.

I moved away from my parents home when I was around 17 years old. I hadn't a great time living at home, and when I got a boyfriend it feelt natrual to move. Move away from the chaos that was our family. 

Me and my boyfriend have had werry hard times where we have lived on barely any money, and it's been werry stressful at times. The home we have chared haven't always been in it's best shape. At times I have feelt werry depressed over the situation, how clutterd it have looked, the weird smells and all the stuff that just ended up piling up ontop of each other. I have a horder tendency, both my mom and her dad are collectors. They aren't as bad as on tv, but I was on a werry good way to be. What I do was a costumed to was having the dishes always washed, always vaccumed and a clean bathroom. And here me and my boyfriend didn't agree on what degree cleand started at. 

Because of this deadly combo of shit fest I would get extrem anxiety about it, and all our friends would still come over and I would be so ashamed. 

It was always what we were arguing about. Cleaning. How discussed I was and it just became an evil circle where I would be depressed and to sad to clean by myself, and the clutter would  just pull me further down. 

But I moved. And a lot of things changed. I changed, a lot. In a lot of ways I got better.

My horder tendencys got so much more under control. I don't want to ever feel like I'm drowning in stuff but for a while there all I wanted to do was flee. I wanted to just have enough to fit in a backpack. I wanted to be able to run when I needed to, I wanted to not have any strains attached to anything. I was in run mode for a while. Fuck it stressed me out.

But all the shit in Skåne happend and I got home in April as I have written before. And thus began the change. 

I think we threw out 7 black trashbags of stuff combined, and furniture I dont understand how we found place for, electronics and shit. It was chlothing and junk. We cleand and scrubbed. We got a bed in present from my mom,  and as her and dad was moving we could get new fresh, clean stuff.

We still have things to do. But I think it gets better for every day. 

It's our own bubble