At the beginning of last month, my big bro moved out!
Finally! Is what I thought.
It only took him over a month to rid most of the crap in his room. Honestly, his room looked like a warehouse.
So because of him, he was practically forcing me to live in a cardboard box of a room. This is why I was on the verge of moving out, but you know, brain injury. It's a bit difficult.
Anyway, now that oaf has gone there is more room in the house. My clothes are no longer strategically folded in plastic tubs anymore. I have now adopted his wardrobe that is falling to bits :).