On the first day, Spritopias made the mess bigger

In one week, my sister will be moving in with me for a while. I am in the process of moving my study into the nursery and rearranging the entire apartment at once. I have never been this disorganized in my life.

I have decided that I will clean the nursery first, as it is. Then clean the study. After I have done this, I can see what is where and where I want things to live from now on. I am also going to have to clean my bedroom up since the nursery is off the master bedroom. I have a bad habit of cleaning by exile, moving unwanted things to another room making one room fantastic and organized while others become storage areas.

I also have to start getting rid of things. My Bubbe said that I was never a child and I was born a sixty-year-old man named Mordecai. I have her habit of saving: shopping bags, boxes that might be good for mailing something some day, containers I might use to contain something else, all my receipts (in no organized fashion), every piece of mail I have been sent by a friend or loved one.

I have also discovered some interesting things in this process, in the nursery I have found a Ken Doll in the box altered by a friend to appear to me. I should have taken a picture or perhaps kept it but I have disassembled it to be given to the nursery school. I do not feel compelled to clutter my life with things I am never going to need, use or look at.

I have also found: seventeen different Luke Skywalker action figures, the comic books that came with He-Man action figures during the 1980s, enough blank CDs to pirate the complete discography of Johnny Cash, nine unpaired socks, and mutant dust bunnies under the furniture.

Today also included: a trip to Ikea, freezing at the gas station, and a few hours spent at my part time job. It is back to the grindstone for me, have a nice night.