I started to clean out my closet today, hoping to open up some space so I can unpack from school. I am currently sitting on my bed surrounded by the contents of my closet: covering every inch of my floor. My room is a fire hazard. If I needed to evacuate I would have to jump over a pile of ugly shoes and dance with a dress form before making contact with my doorknob. I’m not sure why I started this project knowing I wasn’t going to finish it. So irresponsible.
On another note…
I got ice cream with an old friend tonight, someone I’ve known since we were two, just starting out in preschool. One of the benefits of having lived in the same house in the same city the whole time I was growing up is having friends that have known me my entire life. While we don’t talk often during the semester, it’s so nice to have people to spend time with who might not know everything that’s happening on a day-to-day basis but know me so completely. I’m fortunate to have several friends that I’ve known since Day One. Sometimes I think they know me better than I know myself.
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