DISCLAIMER: Skip this entry if you’re a neat freak, or if you’re going to judge me forever for being incredibly messy.
After being back in Charlotte for a week, I’ve realized one important thing: Dude, home doesn’t change.
My room is exactly how I left it, and that isn’t a good thing.
These are all the boxes I failed to unpack, because I was sure that my move to California would be incredibly, incredibly soon. It wasn’t until I walked into my room that I remembered that I had originally planned to head out late January or early February. (Hmm. How plans change.) No wonder my mom asked me about moving whenever I called home – she was tired of looking at the boxes.
The random nature of my closet also astounded me.
That pink one in the front I started in third grade. There are four entries.
This is where I keep all my early writing memorabilia. Back in college, I got in an organizing mood and filed all the writerly stuff dating back 10+ years – in rough chronological order. (Not every notebook is completely filled.) It was a good idea at the time, but then I started just pulling stuff out and shoving stuff back in.
I suppose, it could use some organizing again. Maybe next week.
Answer: Debutante bouquet – it looks suspiciously like my sister’s.
So, I have some cleaning up to do around here.
But it is going to have to wait until Monday. I am off this evening for a mother-daughter, long weekend trip to the BEACH!!!! This is part a late Mother’s Day excursion and part a reward for finally getting back down to one project on my to-do list (until I get notes from people, I mean). I’m bringing four books and no work.
It will be AWESOME. :-D!