House chores and cleaning. I never liked House chores or cleaning in the past but I loved cooking so much. Here is my story: Now I'm not really fond of cooking, I feel it's tiring and time-consuming. I'd rather buy sandwiches, ready-made or frozen meals. These changes are mostly psychological and reflect a lot scary and painful changes in my life. I've been living alone away from my family for almost ten years and my relationship with them is quite tense. Cooking for me used to be a social/family experience where I cook for people, try new recipes and share the joy savoring nice food with loved ones. At some point it turned into an unpleasant experience because it sometimes felt like a duty rather an enjoyment. Now there's no one around to cook for or enjoy food with, so cooking become mostly bland for me. Also, I have to do grocery shopping now and there's the skyrocketing prices of food issue, so all of these factors made cooking feel annoying. As for house chores and cleaning, I used to hate them in the past because my mom always pushed me to do them either with her or alone but she was such a stressed out slow perfectionist, which made anything almost impossible to satisfy her standards. This always made me tense, frustrated and helpless, so I always dreaded house chores because I knew nothing would satisfy her. When I moved out and lived at the university accommodation, I lived with messy dirty people and that gave me some cleaning OCD and fear of germs. After the accommodation year, I moved between different places and always never felt settled. For the last 8 years my life has been very busy, stressful, difficult, unpredictable, unstable, and tiring due to different pressures and the lack of stability. My internal and external worlds feel choatic and out of control, so the only things I feel would help me curb my fear of germs, control my environment and stay on top of things are cleaning, organizing and other house chores. My current living situation is very instable, the owners of the house where I live may sell it at any moment and I still cannot find another housing alternative. So, I'm always on edge, and always clean, organize my space and check my belongings if there's anything that needs fixing or giving away. This way, if I find a housing opportunity or the house owners ask me to leave, I'd be ready with leas stess, or so what my brain tells me. For these reasosns and because I cannot have control over my life, cleaning and organizing have become my solace to keep myself busy, have some control over my environment and feelings of accomplishment and readiness in case I have to move to a different place. Heck, my life feels like a battlefield and I'm a fighter with an uncertain destiny.