Collecting dust

I can finally take a break from school, but it still does not feel like the beginning of my spring break. I took a look under my bed and notice all the junk I collected in the previous year. Things from dumbells, school books, to old shoe boxes and a electric guitar. There was just to many thing to name, but those were the one that caught my attention. I pulled out a old black Lugz shoe box. It was jampack with picture, notes from ex-girlfriends and  old picture of friends. It was everything I keep that people gave since the 6th grade. It sure brought back some old memories good and bad. It seem I had a long way to go before I could move on to my closet.

I’m finally done with my bed, I found papers and quiz from school from 3 years ago. The missing half of my shoes. I especially found a lot dimes, penny, and quitar. I felt like I was rich after I was done. I felt a little cleaner in the inside and out. I felt like a clean, neatly, and organize person. It was a good feeling knowing what I had not accomplish in a long time, a tidy room. That was something to be admired knowing how messy my room get when I get home everyday. I knew this was not going to last long, this tidy room. It was gonna get messy sooner or later. I can almost feel it, a haunch of a sort. I know I’m to lazy to do this everyday, this was just to much work to keep my room clean. Especially, when I have friends over everyday and there as messy as I am. It seem like all the stuff under my bed should be thrown out but I didn’t want to all had a memory attached to it eventhough, it was just collecting dusts. 

As a couple of days went by I look under my bed and notice that it did not even look like I clean it a couple of days ago. Everything seem to go back the way they were; the dumbells, school books, my electric guitar seem to reappear in the same place. Now I know why I don’t clean it seem pointless. For a moment, I did like being clean even though it did not seem like it was clean that long I still felt pretty nice. As few more days passed and it seem that the space that was empty are starting to be occupied with more memories like picture and such.

I do love the fact I feel that sense of responsibility for my own things. I enjoy this spring cleaning this year even though I have not done this in a long while. I just could not get rid of any of my old stuff, it would be like throwing away my memories. I could not force myself to do it so I kept all of my things but soon I will part form my old things eventually. For now I keep them I might need them these old thing someday.