Ever since I moved out, I always had a clean and clutter free space. Which was actually kind of surprising for my parents, because all through adolescence my room was a huge mess.
Laundry, books, school papers – everything in piles on the floor. But as soon as I had my own space to take care of, that changed.
I often wondered why that was the case, and for the longest time I thought it was a part of growing up and being more responsible. Or maybe due to the fact that when I threw the freshly washed laundry in a heap on the bed where it would slowly make its way to the floor to mix with the dirty laundry, it was a lot more work for me.
But interestingly enough, none of that was the actual reason.