Alas...three days later, my room is clean. Well, the closet I've yet to actually get to but that won't take long. The actual room, all my drawers, under the bed, my desk, and bookshelves, they're all clean. I don't think I've ever come across so much dust in my life...it was insane. I truly think that I was on the edge of
becoming a hoarder. So. Much. Crap. Stuff that should have been thrown away before even being brought into my room. Subject filled binders from every year of high school, cards, notes, letter, post-its. It's like I was trying to preserve every moment from the past few years and in some cases, even beyond that. I don't know why we try and save everything. Yes, it is sometimes helpful, finding things from our past as they can give us a reason for why we do things a certain way now and simply explain a lot. I could make a book of letters and notes and yes, even post-its that someone could read and just from that probably understand, to an extent, why I am the way I am. Funny isn't it. Well, I hate to break the hearts of all who are thinking that I threw everything away but I did manage to condense it all to two boxes and safely store them in places that I can't easily access. Reading though stuff like that, while important, is not a healthy regular activity. I've learned a lot about myself that past few days. Cleaning out the 11x11 cube that housed me though the toughest years of my life so far. The years that saw me through hell and back. The years that made me realize what is important in life and taught me to see the beauty in simple things. Yes, I had my moments where my findings reminded me of the person I used to be, who in all honestly, still scares the hell out of me. But truly, it helped me realize how much better of a person I've become. I value who I am even if others don't. I'm in a good place and remembering how bad things have been only make me fight to stay right where I am even more. It was depressing, uplifting, and humbling all in the same event.
On a lighter note, I also discovered that I have some
rather unhealthy obsessions. Nail polish and post-its. Seriously, never have I come across someone with as much nail polish as me and of course never anyone with as much PURPLE nail polish as I have.
And no, my friends...that is far from all of it.
Like I said, my room isn't entirely finished yet since my closet still needs to be gone through but for the most part, I'm finished. Do you know what that means? I get to craft! It's my reward. I haven't made anything in ages, no joke. I have these cool ceramic vases that desperately need to be turned into some sweet-ass pencil holders for the dorm room desks of my friends. I'm excited :) I also have quite a few frames that need pictures so I get to go through my photos and send some to be printed.
Ahh, I honestly feel like a huge anvil has been lifted off of my shoulders. This is a nice feeling. My friend Ali sent me her "happy"
playlist that she
appropriately titled "Prozac" and it definitely got me though this last day of cleaning. Nothing like some classic rock to keep you going and lift your spirit.
I found these cool white boards (well, I guess you could call them green boards) that I bought for my dorm room. I decided I might as well use one now. I like them. Green things make me happy.
Yes, my old Michaels name tag, an E.E. Cummings quote that I adore and found on a post-it under a pile on my desk, my tassel, a magnet I blogged about, and a couple Relay for Life magnets...that all, right there, is the gist of my life.
