I just moved back into my own place and I’ve never been more attracted to a clean kitchen counter.
I(35m) just officially moved back into a solo apartment after a pretty messy breakup and three years of living with a partner who thought "cleaning" meant moving a pile of mail from the table to the chair. I honestly forgot how much peace of mind I get from knowing that if I put a remote down at a 90-degree angle, it will stay exactly like that until I touch it again. It sounds a bit intense but after years of compromising on grime and clutter, being back in control of my own environment feels like a literal vacation. I spent my first night just walking around and appreciating the lack of "mystery crumbs" on the floor.
Has anyone else here made the jump back to living alone specifically to reclaim their sanity and their cleaning standards? I feel like I can finally breathe again without worrying about someone else’s chaos creeping into my space. Is it weird that the silence and the vacuum lines in my carpet are making me this happy?