I'm living between two places; my sorta boyfriend's, and my brother's.
The sorta boyfriend's is a bit messy, but an hour or two of cleaning will make it fine. I don't get to be there much though.
The brother's place on the other hand... it's a horror show. Simply put, it's a mix between a landfill and a terrible pet shop. Garbage everywhere, collected crap scattered about, infested with flies and roaches, a smell so bad you can smell it from the landing of the floor the apartment's on, mold everywhere in the bathroom, all the water fixtures leak and burst, filled with over a hundred animals (at least two of which go about freely crapping everywhere) that frequently escape and die, and there's no cleaning that place because my brother refuses to get rid of all this crap and fix anything.
I'd go on, but I'd rather not start crying again. That place makes me suicidal as all hell (it's gonna happen when your home life is a horror show that reflects your working and social life), and I'm stuck spending most of my time there.