Baby Steps

So occasionally I oscillate between wanting to enjoy my final months of freedom, after all this may be my last chance to live by myself, and being responsible and wanting to develop good habits for my future husband. One day I'll throw all my dirty clothes in the middle of the floor with a giggle, the next day I'm making sure every last sock has been washed, dried, folded and put away. But someday my house will be "our" house, and so today I made and ate supper, then washed the dishes immediately, and took the extra 2 minutes to wipe down the kitchen again. It may not seem like much, but to me it's big. Because no matter how big the change, what really matters is the direction.
Now if only I had someone strong here to take out the piles of trash next to the door...