Life Update
So things seem to be going swimmingly on the technological front, which is a pleasant change of pace.
Meanwhile, one of my biggest goals this summer was to clear out a couple of the rooms up here, and progress has been slow but steady on the room that used to be and will become again *my* room.
Mom isn't thrilled with how I want to lay out the furniture, and I don't even know if it'll fit that way, but I want to find out for sure. We've had the argument three times now, and I'm not backing down.
But before we can get to moving furniture, we had to get rid of a TON of old papers (mostly school papers) and just random shit that had accumulated in there over the years. Then I had to vacuum in there because it felt like no one had vacuumed in there since we built the house. And considering the amount of dust I managed to vacuum up, I wouldn't be surprised if that were true. Then we had to move an old desk out of there because it was falling apart (one of those particle board ones) and I just didn't want or need it anymore. That was yesterday's big task. Today I vacuumed again, and tomorrow's plan is for me to go through all the clothes that are in there (I went through the drawers, but I have everything I brought back from GMC to go through still). I'm purging myself of all the shit I really don't want anymore, or that doesn't fit, or that just doesn't really work for me anymore, with the maturity level I need to be conveying, &c. So that's coming along.
The problem is that our furniture is too big, and the rooms are too small. I have too much stuff to fit into one room, and really, who doesn't? And Mom doesn't like the idea of getting rid of anything or moving stuff around too much or any of that, because she's got this idea that rooms all need to be thematic or whatever, and we've *always* had that, and I've never felt like we have a home as much as we live in this house. So I'm trying to make it feel more like my room by literally making it mine. I don't know what that means, and it's hard when the bed is a queen-sized bed which feels gigantic in that room.
And it's bad enough that I need more shelf space for books (I have too many!) and somewhere to store my yarn...I'm seriously considering my closet, but then it's all dark in there... Anyway, not the point. The point is that I have too much stuff, and downsizing is happening, but I think my mom is missing the point of me downsizing to light, portable things (plastic bins!): one day, quickly approaching, we will have to *move*. I have even greater desires to get my own apartment (though first I need a *job*), and that will require some obvious downsizing, as well as the ability to *move* things. Ugh, just thinking about it gives me a headache.
There's so much going on, but it's going on so slowly that it doesn't *feel* like there's a lot going on.
Meanwhile, one of my biggest goals this summer was to clear out a couple of the rooms up here, and progress has been slow but steady on the room that used to be and will become again *my* room.
Mom isn't thrilled with how I want to lay out the furniture, and I don't even know if it'll fit that way, but I want to find out for sure. We've had the argument three times now, and I'm not backing down.
But before we can get to moving furniture, we had to get rid of a TON of old papers (mostly school papers) and just random shit that had accumulated in there over the years. Then I had to vacuum in there because it felt like no one had vacuumed in there since we built the house. And considering the amount of dust I managed to vacuum up, I wouldn't be surprised if that were true. Then we had to move an old desk out of there because it was falling apart (one of those particle board ones) and I just didn't want or need it anymore. That was yesterday's big task. Today I vacuumed again, and tomorrow's plan is for me to go through all the clothes that are in there (I went through the drawers, but I have everything I brought back from GMC to go through still). I'm purging myself of all the shit I really don't want anymore, or that doesn't fit, or that just doesn't really work for me anymore, with the maturity level I need to be conveying, &c. So that's coming along.
The problem is that our furniture is too big, and the rooms are too small. I have too much stuff to fit into one room, and really, who doesn't? And Mom doesn't like the idea of getting rid of anything or moving stuff around too much or any of that, because she's got this idea that rooms all need to be thematic or whatever, and we've *always* had that, and I've never felt like we have a home as much as we live in this house. So I'm trying to make it feel more like my room by literally making it mine. I don't know what that means, and it's hard when the bed is a queen-sized bed which feels gigantic in that room.
And it's bad enough that I need more shelf space for books (I have too many!) and somewhere to store my yarn...I'm seriously considering my closet, but then it's all dark in there... Anyway, not the point. The point is that I have too much stuff, and downsizing is happening, but I think my mom is missing the point of me downsizing to light, portable things (plastic bins!): one day, quickly approaching, we will have to *move*. I have even greater desires to get my own apartment (though first I need a *job*), and that will require some obvious downsizing, as well as the ability to *move* things. Ugh, just thinking about it gives me a headache.
There's so much going on, but it's going on so slowly that it doesn't *feel* like there's a lot going on.