Cleaning my room.
I’ve stalled cleaning my room for a very long time and now that I actually found the time (and will) to do it, I figured that it’s because of two reasons:
- My room is just overwhelmingly messy.
- I don’t know what to do with all the “trash”.
I’ve been spending the last five hours cleaning, and all I was able to do was have two plastic bags full of paper (mostly AP Stats stuff; Ms. Miranda gave a lot of paper), and put a whole bunch of random papers in a box. See, I can’t throw away the slip that congratulated me for winning “Most Inspiring” or the grams I got from random people. It’s those stuff that make it difficult for me to clean my room. And now that I’m actually done with high school, I don’t have a reason to keep my senior port folio, or my notes from Bergan sophomore year. But I’m keeping them anyway.
Cleaning this room just makes my last days all the more real. In less than three weeks, I’m really gonna be 2500+ miles away from the familiar faces that made San Diego home. And I feel like I’m giving my family a favor of cleaning my room not just for space reasons (my other uncle’s gonna occupy this room when I’m gone), but I guess, I’m gonna clean up the tracks of me being here so that while I’m away, it won’t be as upsetting for them.
I’m leaving, and it just hit me.
