My Home Personality

UFSN / The Partying Purist

All you need to have a good time is your friends. 
No need for a flashy hipster pad -- you're all about substance over style. 
And the less fancy stuff you have, the less you have to worry about wrecking it!

Location: URBAN

You want to be in the center of it all, and are willing to sacrifice a little peace, quiet, and green space to get it. The suburbs would crush your soul, and you need that soul to sing karaoke.

Money Matters: FRUGALIST

You'll choose function over form. Why blow cash on an expensive couch that's just a vehicle for you and your potato chips? Your home gets the job done and that's all there is to it.

Friend Zone: SOCIAL BUTTERFLY

Your mantra is "I'll sleep when I'm dead." You see your home more as a gathering spot than a personal sanctuary, and you unwind by being social rather than seeking down time.

Chore Score: NEAT FREAK

You get a lot of satisfaction from keeping your place on point. In fact, you secretly like doing the dishes. When your place feels organized, you feel at peace.

What's your home personality? Find out whether you're naturally wired for a quiet existence in the burbs, an extravagant life in the city, or somewhere in between—and see if your home personality is a match with your significant other or soon-to-be roommate.

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'Til We're 70

"Thinking Out Loud" by Ed Sheeran

When your legs don't work like they used to before

And I can't sweep you off of your feet

Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?

Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?

And, darling, I will be loving you 'til we're 70

And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23

And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways

Maybe just the touch of a hand

Well, me—I fall in love with you every single day

And I just wanna tell you I am

So honey now

Take me into your loving arms

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

Place your head on my beating heart

I'm thinking out loud

That maybe we found love right where we are

When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades

And the crowds don't remember my name

When my hands don't play the strings the same way

I know you will still love me the same

'Cause honey your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen

And, baby, your smile's forever in my mind and memory

I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways

Maybe it's all part of a plan

Well, I'll just keep on making the same mistakes

Hoping that you'll understand