Trash
I'm cleaning out my old bedroom right now. I rented a dumpster (and had it delivered to my aunt's house so my dad wouldn't know about it) and my goal is to get all of my stuff (not clothes or furniture, just, you know... that stuff you accumulate over the years and can't part with) into one box. Twenty five years of stuff. One box. You know what's weird though? I'm basically throwing away, selling, or donating everything in my old bedroom. Very little of it is going into the box. I'm treating it all like it belongs to someone else. Because, really, it does. The stuff in that room, items that once held such value, has become trash. The girl that owned and loved all of it doesn't exist anymore.
The garage will be even easier than my old bedroom. Whereas my old bedroom houses my teenage years, the garage has my childhood. Nearly everything in there is ruined and can be thrown away and anything that's still in working order will be donated. The handful of childhood items from which I will never part was saved years ago.
My current bedroom, though, will be the most difficult. Everything in here has been purchased or received within the last two years. This room is filled with my young adult life, which, for the record, contains a stunning number of Lego sets. I moved into this room knowing that it would see me find my own place. Everything in here was acquired with the intention of moving it somewhere else. But there is a lot more of it than I realized. Decisions must be made.
In other news, I've been told by a number of people lately that I look as though I've lost weight. I'm really excited about that. I just have to keep this up and maybe, just maybe, I'll be one of those hot female nerds by C6/Comic Con time. At the very least, I won't be one of the stereotypically fat ones anymore.
Between the weight loss and the purging of stuff, I'm starting to feel like a whole new person. More than that, I'm starting to feel really happy.
The garage will be even easier than my old bedroom. Whereas my old bedroom houses my teenage years, the garage has my childhood. Nearly everything in there is ruined and can be thrown away and anything that's still in working order will be donated. The handful of childhood items from which I will never part was saved years ago.
My current bedroom, though, will be the most difficult. Everything in here has been purchased or received within the last two years. This room is filled with my young adult life, which, for the record, contains a stunning number of Lego sets. I moved into this room knowing that it would see me find my own place. Everything in here was acquired with the intention of moving it somewhere else. But there is a lot more of it than I realized. Decisions must be made.
In other news, I've been told by a number of people lately that I look as though I've lost weight. I'm really excited about that. I just have to keep this up and maybe, just maybe, I'll be one of those hot female nerds by C6/Comic Con time. At the very least, I won't be one of the stereotypically fat ones anymore.
Between the weight loss and the purging of stuff, I'm starting to feel like a whole new person. More than that, I'm starting to feel really happy.