What It Means To Be Free

I blasted some music, danced around, Adrian squealed with delight. I went over to my closet, eyed all the clothes trying to figure out what to wear.

I started trying things on — while still dancing around trying to entertain Adrian - and in the process of doing so most of my clothes ended up on the floor. After what seemed like ages, I finally figured out what to wear.

We went into the kitchen, and I started breakfast. Adrain had scrambled eggs and Cheerios. I had cottage cheese and toast.

When we finished breakfast, I looked around for a moment: dishes in the sink, clothes all over the floor, make-up and hair products all over the bathroom. My house was a total mess. Ordinarily this might bother me, but this morning it made me grin from ear to ear. I'm finally free!

Levi was a neat freak, an obsessive compulsive neat freak. It drove me nuts! I drove him nuts! He's the kind of guy that does the dishes before he eats. He wouldn't dream of throwing clothes on the floor.

To him, everything has a place and if its out of place he can't function. I'm the type of person that doesn't really mind messes, so long as its not actually 'dirty'.

I felt so liberated by my mess, that I turned the music up, picked up Adrian, and we danced and danced, both of us giggling like crazy.