Shoes under the bed, which is perfectly made. Shirts ironed and hung up. Sweaters and vest placed neatly in the middle drawer. Socks and underwear in the top, pants in the bottom. Ties paired with the hung up shirts, dangling off the hangers. Books stacked alphabetically on my desk, complimented by the desk set my parents gave me before they left.

It's the same one my parents gave me last year. I hate it. The only up-side is that I at least know how to organize it properly.