>>12093139I went to live with my Dad in my late teens. His entire house looked like this, random junk piled up in every room. This was where they did laundry; there's a washing machine on the left and you had to climb over a pile of things on the floor to use it. Moving around the house was a nightmare because if you touched anything, the mountain would collapse and you'd get the blame for it. Yes, there's plants growing through the wall as well.
My room only had space for a desk and a bed and a track to the door, the rest was piled high with random things that he'd frequently add to, so it was impossible to keep my living space tidy. He wondered why I moved out as soon as possible.
I'll post the bathroom next.
