Car Cleaning

I am twenty five and I still live at home because my family is exactly like that movie, "My Big Fat Greek Wedding," and it is the cardinal sin to move out from your home before marriage unless you're going off to sacrifice yourself as a martyr in a foreign country, going to assist aunts of questionable lineage so they can die in peace outside of a hospital setting, or going to help a young mother mother her young ones. If you have trouble following all of that, it's ok. All you need to know if that I live at home, which is ok because I'm sort of a huge fan of my parents + siblings, but still, I LIVE AT HOME. Got it?

The structure of my room is basically RIGHT OUT OF THE LEGENDARY MUSICAL, "ANNIE." It's an orphanage! I have a lot of siblings, and a very small house, so in my room there are bunk beds everywhere and dressers shared between girls.

Because of the space problem, I BASICALLY LIVE IN MY CAR.

I keep clothes in my trunk that won't fit anywhere in my dresser.

I keep important paperwork that I won't want to disappear places.

I keep extra Post-It notes I've bought for my desk at work.

I keep my next toothbrush in my back-seat with my gym clothes!

I keep scarves. And receipts. And insurance policies. And extra keys.

My car resembles the semi-permanent home of the requisite vagrant sub-character featured in every made-for-tv movie.

Today, I'm moving to a new bedroom in my house, where there is more room, and where there are bookshelves, and closet spaces, and drawers. THERE ARE DRESSER DRAWERS. Today, therefore, it befalls me to vacuum and clean, and organize my car. It feels like I am moving across the United States.

I'm dreading it.