Just finished cleaning my room. Well, saying the room is mine is a bit overstated since I don’t really live there and about half the stuff stored in the room doesn’t belong to me. Nevertheless, it’s nice to come home to a nice and clean room on the few occasions that I do.
It’s an interesting phenomenon, that your room gets so messy. It happens all the time and the weirdest thing is that we are constantly there and have no realization of it until it becomes blatantly obvious and is out of control. Well, maybe this just happens to me. Things just seem to end up in the wrongest places and I’m constantly losing something and finding something I’ve lost earlier. Now my room is clean, well as clean as I can get it to be with all the things in it. This clean room though, really helps me feel like living in this place is much better and more lovely. It’s just nice to not worry about a messy room on top of a messy life.