A home should be a place that is comfortable to my standard of living, which means that it should be ok for my room to be messy as long as I am comfy. So please mom and dad, get off my back. I like the way my room is.
Although this excuse doesn’t fly with my parents at home, I still know where all of my belongings are even though they are sprawled all over the place. Although they are synonyms, I don’t believe that being messy means that I am unorganized. In fact, I have actually lost things right after being forced to clean my room because I will forget that I thought it was a good idea to tuck my portable charger inside my drawer full of spam college letters. It is more convenient for me to find my belongings at home when they are spread out on the floor so I should be able to live in a room where I feel most at home.
However, things are never as they seem. All my parents do is complain about how there is too much junk on my desk or how it is unacceptable to have my clothes sprawled across the floor. “Why can’t you make your bed in the morning” I have zero period, mom. Enough said.
Whenever my parents ask me to clean my room, my instinct is to explain to them why I should live the way I feel most comfortable. It seems most logical to me that I should make my room the way that best suits me, but one key point always trips me up. The only reason I even have a home to come to every day is because my parents provide a roof over my head. I have realized that even though my parents won’t buy me the new Star Wars Battlefront game, they do provide for me. As I look back, I regret the fact that my parents did so much for me yet I was unable to do the little things, such as cleaning my own room, for them.
As I reach my 18th birthday, I am realizing that soon I will be moving out to go to college. I will soon have a new home, where I can be as messy as I want, but for the time being, I will try to get up early every morning and clean my room.