As expected, I’ve got quite a bit of mail waiting for me. All I thought about this week was ‘my mom is coming to town’ and couldn’t care less about anything else. I made sure my house was spotless, and the guest room was up to par. I created the illusion that no one lives there by hiding all the unsightly crap in closets and under the beds like normal people do. Now, it looks like I live in a staged apartment and my mom is under the assumption that I’m an adult who has their shit together.
This hit just a little too hard for me
