When I moved out of my college apartment in December, I made several shocking discoveries. The first was how many bobby pins there were in my bedroom floor. Seriously, had I kept that place cleaner, I would have known I had hundreds of bobby pins. Second, how quickly so much stuff could be packed and moved. I had spent days working on that room before and never got it clean and my family had the whole thing packed and in the car in an hour. I guess it is safe to say I’m an incompetent house-cleaner. The most shocking discovery by far, however, was how much food I had let go bad in my freezer.
I had spent the last three years sharing an apartment with three other girls and while the apartment had a full-sized refrigerator, by midwest American standards, it was pretty darn small. So … Continue reading