It's that time of year again, the time when I have enough stuff for two or more bedrooms in one room with nowhere to put everything. I try and I try to be organized, but when you work six days a week, a small mess can turn into a room-consuming flood of papers, wrappers, shoes, and discarded outfits. I used to be a room-cleaning champ (OK, that's a lie, but it used to be easier). Now it takes me at least two days to properly clean my room. So what's the deal?
1. It takes a pep talk to get me going.
Today I sat on my bed scrolling through Tumblr for an hour before I summed up the energy to start.
2. I find cool stuff.
In my most recent room cleaning adventure, I found my pair of carpet skates. These bad boys turn any carpeted area into a state of the art ice rink (results may vary). So, of course, I had to skate around for a bit.
3. I find old yearbooks and picture albums.
Without fail, every time I clean my room, I find something with pictures from when I was younger that I have to flip through. This time, it was every single one of my yearbooks.
4. I'm sentimental.
And by sentimental, I mean that I'm a pack rat. Why do I still have cards from when I graduated? The world will never know.
5. I'm afraid to get rid of stuff.
Yes, I still have a drawer with plastic horses in my room, but what if I need them again?! I'm sure if I become an aunt in the next decade or so I'll need to break these bad boys out!
6. I have too much stuff.
The only problem with summer break in college is that you have a lot of stuff and nowhere to put it. Things pile up fast and you may end up sleeping on a pile of clothes by accident (yes, I have done this...)
7. I get passionate about reorganizing.
Did I need to spend an hour and a half reorganizing my closet? No. Did I spend an hour and a half reorganizing my closet? Yes.
8. I rarely clean my room...
...which means that stuff tends to pile up. By the time I get to some areas of my room, it takes much longer than it should. Curse my procrastination and knack for coming up with excuses.
