March 26th, 2003


spring cleaning

I was depressed yesterday; I looked around my house and everything was a complete mess -- dishes everywhere, my room was impossible to walk through without running into boxes, clothes, junk, etc. Of course, when you're depressed, you see this as a metaphor for my life. I even tried to tidy up a bit, but everything that I tried to do meant doing five other things to clean up space, and I felt like I was getting nowhere. Finally, as I was trying to get to sleep, I made a plan for a general cleaning of my room.

I woke up this morning, determined to get it done. I moved some furniture, sorted through my clothes (throwing out all the ones I no longer fit into or just no longer wear), went through all my papers and magazines scattered around the room, and even got my boxes of computer junk mostly sorted (it seemed like i spent half the day untangling cables). Now I'm feeling exhausted, but my room is finally looking acceptable. I think it's the most organized it's been since fanlain moved out. The most important part is that I have a place to put stuff, instead of having to stack it precariously in some corner. I guess there is something to this organization and order concept, which my sister and mother tried to drill into me, in vain, for so many years.

I still need to clean up the rest of the house, but that's for another day.
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