I’ve kept myself in neat and tidy little boxes my entire life. Be the dutiful daughter. The quiet little sister who never rocks the boat. Those neat and tidy little boxes spill over into my life with my clothes organized by color and type, my desk clean, everything in its place. I like the control. The order. I like that labels spell things out, cut and dry, no question. Being bitten by Bran Duval in his shower is the most chaos I’ve ever invited into my life. And I’m surprised at how good it feels.
