It's always weird when my parents visit my apartment. Suddenly, I have to clean up my life and make sure that the apartment meets their standards.
Cue frantic dish-cleaning, vacuuming, and covering a few key things on our "wall of weird" to avoid their overt disapproval.
I guess it's a sign that I want to prove to my parents that I am managing my life effectively on my own; that I am being responsible; that I am being mature.
And I am. But I am not being nearly as effective, responsible, or mature as I am capable of being.
It's a constant battle.
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